Romans & histoires The Perfect Sister Book

My big brother yells from outside the room, and I look up at Athena only to find her smiling sheepishly. She's had a crush on my big brother for God knows how long. " Coming! "She calls back as she dashes out of the room, and I shake my head at her. I get up, set my chair right, and just when I make to leave, a pop-up comes up again. The same one as before. *Do you want to be beautiful? Do you want all your dreams to come true? We have the answers to your prayers. * I swipe it off and stare blankly at my computer.

SEREIA I have the perfect position for my dear sister.” Selena said her voice sweet and poisonous at the same time. “I’m going to be trying on a lot of dresses Martha.” Selena added. “And what better way to do this than to use my dearest sister.” She continued as she walked towards me placing her hands on my shoulder. “I need someone to help me in and out of them, someone who knows how to shut up and do what they are told.” Selena murmured and I stared at her my throat closing up as tears rose at the back of my eyes.

When my sister threw herself into the arms of the masked man, I knew that she had reincarnated too. In our last life, when she saw the handsome face of Yoran the Alpha lycan, she promptly threw herself at him as if bewitched. At the same time, she tripped me in front of the masked man. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Erin—I didn't mean to. But someone as ugly as you really doesn't suit an Alpha." Then, leering at the masked man behind me in disdain, she scoffed, "The way I see it, you suit him way more."

“You were trying to manage a risk you couldn’t tolerate. And you violated the one thing I asked for: trust. Now get on your private jet, go back to your perfect office, and go figure out why you’re so terrified of having an imperfect sister. I’ll send you the three words when I'm good and ready.” She turned her back on me and walked to the edge of the roof, looking out at the chaotic, living sprawl of Milan, the world she had chosen. I stood there, utterly defeated, looking down at the broken plastic of the emergency debit card—the shattered symbol of my perfectly executed, perfectly failed intervention. My sister, the asset, had just proven that some variables refuse to be controlled, and t

She whispered to herself and started the ignition. As she merged onto the highway, a sudden realization struck her. ‘This is the perfect opportunity to infiltrate Carlos' home without arousing suspicion.’ The voice in her head whispered. ‘By the time he wakes up tomorrow and recalls the event of tonight, you would have won his trust completely. He can't help but be indebted to you.’ She battled with the thought in her head. Carlos was already a handful but it was true that she had a shot with him. At the next red light, she made a sudden decision and turned the car around, back to the club.

Mom said quietly as they got into the ambulance. "Your sister killed your other fine sister?" I heard someone ask. "She's not my sister, not anymore!" That was the beginning of my nightmare. Thanks for reading my book, if you enjoyed this chapter please tap the little star below, comment, and share thanks, XD.

I groaned quietly, resting my forehead down on the cool wood table top. My family was exhausting to say the least. My sister was the definition of a perfect human in my parents' eyes. She always focused on her studies but balanced it with her social and extra-curricular activities, she always had good grades and was a teacher's pet, she always had a perfect boyfriend who then became her fiancé. Stable relationship, good motivation.... I could go on for hours about everything that makes her perfect and ideal in my parents' eyes. I don't know if it's because of her or just because my parents expect so much, but anything I do will never be enough for them. Like I was an extra photo copy made bu

When I was 12, I once imagined if everything would have turned out to be very different if I did not have an elder sister. For one brief second during one of my bleakest moment, I'd wished my sister wasn't there or that I did not have a sister. That I was capable of such thought, that I was capable of wishing evil upon my sister, even though mom had just compared me to her in front of her friends, was terrifying. The thin line between evil and goodness? I guessed that's it then. A note fell from the table beside mine and I turned to see Tolase pick it up. She met my eyes before she looked away and she continued writing whatever it was that she'd been writing.

I'm pure muscle I tell you. "Water, Helen, water!" my father shouts as my mother tosses a bowl of water onto the stove. The fire immediately disperses into hot steam. We all just sort of stand staring and frozen, catching our breaths. It's not really like this is an odd scene, just exhausting. In the Miracle household, this is your typical morning. "Hey, what's going–" Maggie, my eight-year-old little sister, walks into the kitchen and then immediately gags, "It smells like a dead body!"

I had exchanged a few text messages and phone calls with the both of them but that count as nothing. Besides, I had a boyfriend. A soulmate who completely understood me, sometimes. Why am I thinking about twins who are clearly crushing on my sister? Though they were very subtle about it, I noticed the way they were staring at Lily. I was almost jealous. Precious arrived wearing a short dress with thin straps and a sun hat. She waved at the salesgirl who has nothing better to do than stand at the counter and watch us, then dropped on the seat beside me and grabbed the doughnut from the tray.