The Lovely Sister Novels & Stories

"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?"

I didn’t know her name, but the bottle of strawberry red hair did so little to hide her beauty. I watched her talk with my Luna, giving all her gratitude towards her and thanking Nora. That's when I realized who she was—this was Nora’s elder sister, Lorraine. I could not take my eyes off her. I watched as I saw her shiver from the thin see-through clothes; she was more than uncomfortable. I don’t know what pushed out the courage in me, making me walk forward.

“And I'm very proud. There isn't a more beautiful or more decent young woman than her.” “Hey! I'm prettier than my sister!” Eloá interrupts as she approaches after overhearing the conversation. “And smarter too!” “Oh, please,” Elisa replies with a laugh. “You might be the smarter one, but Uncle Oliver already said I'm the prettier one.” Then she hugs her sister affectionately and leans close to whisper in her ear: “And I'm going to be the favorite daughter-in-law too.” Even though she knows her sister is only joking and trying to tease her, Eloá feels a sharp pang of sadness inside.

They did discover that Lovis has an elder sister, as there were traces of a woman living in the apartment unit. What is strange is that there was not a single picture of Lovis and his family. Even a picture of Lovis and his elder sister, there is none. All the pictures were about Lovis and Raine and their friends and classmates, and even their schoolmates. Other than that, there was nothing else.

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’ She thought to herself before taking a deep breathe to calm her nerves. Alice turned slowly and came face to face with Linda Davison, her sister. When Linda caught a glimpse of the beautiful woman in front of her, she panicked. The woman staring calmly but amusing at her was more beautiful than her and any other person she had ever met. The only person who was this beautiful in her eyes was her late sister and she was glad she didn’t exist anymore to threaten her looks. The hatred and envy she haven’t felt in quite a long time returned in full speed.

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

he says. "Nothing." "Then what are you—" He stops. His hands curl into fists at his sides. "Your mother called." It is not a question, I nod anyway. "My sister, Sailyn is gone," I say. "She was kidnapped. They needed someone to stand in her place to play Luna and to keep the pack from falling apart while they figure out what happened." He stares at me. His jaw works like he is trying to find the right words and coming up empty.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Liz loved her sister like I loved mine. Her sister, Vicky. The blonde bombshell was all sorts of curvy, sexy babe. She'd been the first one of the group to show interest in me when I came home, openly flirting and ogling me. She'd come to my room the first morning I'd stayed at my parents apartment and given me a mind shattering blow job.