The Lovely Sister Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lisa whispered through her teeth holding Troy's bottom lip. Troy's hand felt hot against the bare skin of Lisa's belly. "Leese, can I touch you?" Troy whispered through his ragged breathing. "You want to touch me, Troy? I'm your sister." "Stop with the damn sister shit," Bunny wheezed into Lisa's ear. Her breathing was as labored as Troy's. "I love you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Screw brother and sister." "Yes, screw your sister, brother!"

I wished the earth would open up and swallow me whole if I had to listen to my sister blab about her boyfriend another second. I watched as she flipped her long, silk pressed blonde hair and I couldn't help the fact that I envied her. She fiddled with her perfectly manicured nails and nudged me in the side. I was getting pretty annoyed with her and I tried my best to drown out her voice as she spoke. My attention was focused on my cereal the entire time until I heard his name fall from her filthy mouth.

Dove pov For a moment, I know peace. My sister dances in her mates arms a few paces in front of me. Soft, delicate music plays as they gaze at each other, entirely unfocused on those that watch them. This is true love. The kind of love Eden and I spoke about for so many years. Now she has it. And I'm so undeniably happy for her.

She already seems to have convinced herself that's she's got me wrapped around her finger. I politely smile at her before exiting. I should go to my dorm first and freshen up. Hailee's P.O.V. After eating Gale and I stick around at the cafeteria as I tell him all about Halsey and Lisa. I also learn about his younger sister, Holly. She's beautiful, blonde and has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. "She's definitely going to break hearts." I kid. Gale laughs. "Or she'll be more like me. You know? Sweet, charming, gentle, caring, loving."

But as my exhausted body succumbed to slumber, a dream transported me to a place where the lines between reality and the surreal blurred. I found myself standing in a vast, moonlit meadow, the flowers around me casting silvery glimmers in the soft, ethereal light. The night was hushed, with only the gentle whispers of the wind to accompany me. And then, like an apparition, she appeared. My sister, Elizabeth, the former mate and Luna of the Alpha King, stood before me, radiant as ever. She looked as beautiful and vibrant as the day she had passed away.

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

The moment I stepped inside, Carrie put on her sweetest face and chirped, "Grace, your bear is so cute! Can I play with it for a little while?" I tightened my arms around the bear. My mother knew what that bear meant to me. Nick knew, too. They had never tried to take it from me. But now, without hesitation, my mother pried it from my arms and handed it to Carrie. "If you like it, you can have it," she said gently. "Grace is too old to be playing with toys anyway." Then she turned to me, her face hardening. "Grace, be sensible. From now on, Carrie is your little sister. You have to let her have your things."

I wrapped my legs tighter around him, my heels digging into his lower back as I urged him on, the pressure against my clit from his pubic bone sending me teetering to the edge with each grind. Emotion swelled inside me, almost strong enough to make me forget what had occurred just hours ago. A sense of belonging flooded my heart, and I realized maybe not all was lost. Perhaps I had expected too much, too soon. Maybe that was my mistake—thinking one ceremony, one night, could change everything. Bonds didn’t form overnight, and respect wasn’t given freely. Love can be earned with patience, obedience, and time; that's what my sister always said about her union with Greyson. It's the reason she