The Perfect Sister Book Novels & Stories

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!"

How did he start hating her this much? “Alfred Anderson has been your sister's crush from childhood, don't you think you were a bit too selfish to want to keep him to yourself?” She asked her voice as cold as ice. “You took away my mother from me, you took my father's heart away from me, you took away my will to live and the one thing I thought I could hold onto, you decided I didn't deserve it. Why? Why are you so cruel?” Selena’s hand slapped her across the face

Or else, the pack faces destruction from this crazy alpha. I immediately felt bad for my sister. She was the best we had to offer. That means she was going with him. Even though she despised me and made my life a living hell, I still wanted her to end up with a caring and loving alpha. Not whoever this cold-hearted monster was. "Bring in Rachel" Luna Cersera ordered and Rachel walked in gracefully. Her silver and white dress glittered beautifully like she was the very incarnation of the moon itself. Her steps were as perfect as her appearance. Everything about her was perfect. Even though she was an asshole who tormented me, I still adored her as my little sister.

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.

Marissa stepped closer to Xander, a red blush dusting her cheeks. Dad and Mom immediately straightened up, their posture stiff and awkward. "Damn, looks like the Lipton family hit the jackpot this time! How did Marissa find such a handsome and rich boyfriend?" "I'm so envious! They sure are lucky." "Marissa has always been the more emotionally intelligent of the two sisters, so is it any surprise that her parents love her more? Now that she's gotten herself such an extraordinary boyfriend, how could Yelena possibly compare?"

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.

“I am also a black sheep.” “It’s not because you want attention, Linton. I always felt jealous of my sister. She’s the perfect one; stunning, tall, and the perfect daughter in the eye of the public.” She looked down. “Quite my opposite.” “Hey.” I held her chin up. “Look at me.” Then she met my gaze. “The woman you described is pretty boring. You’re perfect because you have flaws. You don’t try hard because you’re just being you. You don’t have to please those idiots to see how perfect you are. And that alone makes you perfect in my eyes.” Jesus, her eyes—so expressive. And she didn’t seem to care anymore to show what she felt.

It is obvious the writer uses the right hand in writing, and the small letters were dotted, and all those other things I mentioned. She was right; looking at the two notes side by side, the difference wasn't all that glaring, but it was still there. But as a rational being, I love looking at things from all angles, and that was why I was asking her, "What if it was just an honest mistake, in a bid to make sure everything is perfect?" "I have thought about that too. But my sister is someone I've termed a perfectionist. She had always done things the same way. It would be even more odd for her not to do all those things I just mentioned."

I growl as my orgasm tears out of me, and even then, she doesn't pull away, placing her claw on my ass, holding me in place as she takes all of me, and then some. When it's all over, I stare at her, and there's cum leaking out of her mouth. She licks, sucks her lips, and gets out of the bathroom, leaving me, heaving and relieved. ____ "I saw my sister, Perfect." She says frying the eggs and I look up from the onions I was dicing. "What's she doing in Rhode Island?" I ask. "She said Nathaniel bought it a house for them, moved them there all the way from Texas."

“He’s still a prince, and of course I didn’t say yes. I told him I’d think about it. A girl has to play hard to get. Especially when there are five more princes to choose from.” Of course, it’s a prince she attracts. My sister, with her golden locks, ocean‑blue eyes, and flawless skin, always knows exactly what to say, how to act. I don’t despise her beauty, I despise the way she treats me. Beneath the perfect surface, she’s as rotten as our mother.