The Lovely Sister Novels & Stories

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

And then the two of us laugh because the most beautiful picture is to see her happy. "So now I don't call you wives anymore, I call you sisters?" laughter and my heart grow in my chest. Thank God that my brother set himself up like this, he made it easier for all of us, because she and I would not give up on what makes us alive, not even for when. "Come on, celebrate now, I have to go to the room and take a shower, so I'll go in the afternoon old man to the airport. " She leaves us alone, and I can't wait to kiss her out of happiness joy.

Tonia always had more affinity with my sister, but when I needed sensible advice, it was me she was looking for, craziness and rages I leave for Brenda, I like my feet well on the ground. I am received by Antonia and her husband, Sheikh Hafiq. She looks even more beautiful and now looking at Brenda, jumping like crazy to see me, I imagine there must be some chemical element in the water of this land that makes women look more beautiful and happier. They both look so good, beautiful and light, without that frown on their forehead that I always carry. Maybe one day I will also learn to relax a little and let my life lead me, without debating with me like I am trapped animal.

"This is my sister Guinevere. She's of age and I promised her a celebration for her birthday." I clench my jaw as Locksy stares at her breasts. Her cleavage hangs over the ruffled trim of the low-cut gown. He takes her hand from mine and kisses the backs of her fingers. "A pleasure to meet you, my lady. I was not aware Lord Maccabee had a sister. You look nothing alike and must tell me how someone as fair-skinned as Maccabee could have a sister with your fire." My bride's tinkling laughter is quite perfect. "Well, Sir, you ask of a delicate matter that is very ungentlemanly of you. May we leave it at we are half-brother and sister with him on the titled side of the blanket?"

Hershey was angry thinking that the young man was stunned because the arrangement was not suitable for him. "Is it ugly? Sister, it's beautiful because.." she pouted. "What are you Hershey!? It's something. You look like a goddess." said Sister Valerie. "Val is right, lil sis.. You look so beautiful tonight. *thumbs up* you look even more beautiful. You should just smile. Don't just frown." brother Mac suggested. I nodded in agreement. "Hmp. Let's go. Is it like this? Brother? Thanks pretty Big Sis.." she said to sister Valerie.

I tried to rub her back, but she waved me away as she tried to catch her breath. I dreaded it, but picked the pictures up anyway. It was her, asleep and wearing only panties. She wore a different pair in each picture, which meant they were from different nights. She slept in just her panties or panties and a t-shirt at home, but she couldn’t be any more than twelve or thirteen in these pictures. I dropped them and went over to her. She had more pictures in her hands. These were of Riley. She wore skimpy costumes in some—a police woman, a nurse, even a fucking school girl. She smiled in each one, but it was obviously forced. She was in her bed in some and maybe even naked in others, but I loo

I paused for a moment and take a deep sigh, trying to collect my thoughts and restraining my impatience that was about to explode any minute now. "Lovi is your best friend, right?" I asked her. "Yes, she is. And, oh, not just a best friend. She was only considered as my sister," she agreed as she smiled brightly at me. I stared at her in bewilderment. Didn't she fully comprehend what I was trying to make her understand here? Did she even realize the gravity of the situation, that could put her best friend or sister, in serious danger? And to think that she just mentioned that Lovi was considered not just as a best friend, but as a sister as well. So what now, do you just smile brightly even

I nodded slightly, "There will be no grandmothers who grumble because of the wrong choice of granddaughter-in-law." "Maybe she'll grumble." I narrowed my eyes at her, "That's not true. I think you know Gallena well enough, she—" "About who should be the granddaughter-in-law." I snorted roughly, "Well, she's not that graceful, but she's smart and cute. Everyone loves my sister." I said. "Forgive my sister if she is not suitable to be the new member of this family because of the grace that she doesn't have. But she has her own charm. It wasn't her fault though, she clearly didn't want this."

When I returned home, I saw my sister in the living room, tending to her arms. Her arms were covered in needle-like wounds—the kind I had all over my body in my previous life. Seeing me, she quickly lowered her sleeves. Even though pain drained the color from her face, she still lifted her head high, proud. "Lex was so passionate just now. He said he'd love me forever," she said. I thought she was both foolish and childish. To satisfy her ridiculous need to win in front of me, she even had to pretend.

Even though I should have been used to their blatant favoritism by now, my heart still throbbed with a dull ache. My parents had always given Rebecca preference over me since we were young. We were born only ten minutes apart, yet I was constantly reminded of my role as the older sister. I had lost count of how many times I had given in, from small things like my only toy to even boys we both liked. When I was little, I found a stray kitten and took care of it carefully. However, Rebecca snatched it away from me. That cat did not survive even one day before she killed it with her own hands.