The Perfect Sister Book Novels & Stories

I was no where near beautiful than those sisters. After watching Sir Felix, I studied his sister preys next. I sneakily followed each of them around the convent. The Saint Agatha sisters were alike with the Saint Guillermo girls. The book described the preyed girls as innocent, kind, and prim and proper, worthy of being a prey. And Sister Ana, Sister Scarlet, and Sister Veronica were just like that. How could I be this type of person when I was the opposite? I just had to try. I walked out my room after grooming myself. I made sure that I was wearing a clean habit and that I smelled like roses instead of sweat. I even put a little blush on my lips and also on my cheeks. But I had a different

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

His cock was jutting forward hard and thick, and his sister licked her lips as she studied the large organ in front of her. "I can't believe how perfect you are," Chad said as he took his sister's large tits into each of his hands. He gently squeezed and kneaded her weighty orbs, marveling at how they could feel so silky yet so firm. Becky sighed and stroked her brother's cock while he savored the feel of her gorgeous tits. "I wish I was perfect," she said. "I just wanna be perfect for you." "Baby, you're the sweetest, most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

I return home from studying abroad and find a new future sister-in-law waiting for me. Sandra Zimmer acts like she's already the lady of the house and the Slater family's daughter-in-law. She even vows to put me, her sister-in-law-to-be, whom she's never met, in my place. But no one tells her that my older brother, Wallace Slater, is adopted. I'm the Slater family's only heir, and even Wallace has to answer to me.

In school, we were called the 'perfect sisters'… well, before I ruined it all. My elder sister, Janet Austin was the neatest damsel in the world and was more organized than the library of congress. She always made sure she had the perfect hair, and followed the latest trends. She ensured that she obtained the newest bags and shoes and got the best grades in school. Next in line is Emily Austin… but I'm just gonna skip that and move forward to my genius younger sister, Sandra Austin who more than anything, detests her first name. Sandra is a cute little girl with an extremely ambitious mind and highly-ridiculous goals. Although, she wasn't half as perfect as Janet, her imperfections were over

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

Ivy, noticing her reaction, quickly added, “I could tell you aren’t exactly having a splendid morning with the way you kept sighing and barely touched your meal. I just wanted to make you smile. I’m sorry if I overstepped.” A warm smile brightened Jane’s features, clearly touched by Ivy’s words. “It’s alright. Thank you.” She said gently. "I just…. used to know someone who would go crazy whenever she smelled pastries. I make it a point to stop by any pastry shop I can find and have a meal in her honor. Her favorite was Quesitos.” her voice cracked slightly, tears forming in her eyes.

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.