The Sister Between Us Novels & Stories

As he returned to work, I brought him a glass of water, when he just happened to reach out. We touched each other, but he withdrew his hand first and pretended like nothing happened. "Your sister won't survive." There was no doubt about it—anyone who could be objective would be able to see that there was no hope for my sister. Even with that mysterious spell that kept her alive despite losing almost all of her blood, it was just pointless. Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body.

“You are so pathetic.” Aamber turned to the guy next to her, who happened to be her brother. “None of your business.” Amber snorted then took a sip from her can and placed it on the dashboard of the car. “Until when do you want to be like this? Until she becomes a granny and remains unaware of you?” “Sshh!” Aaron did not even turn to face his younger sister sitting next to him, his gaze straight ahead, at the exit of a campus gate. Soon the figure he was looking for came out, with a sweet smile that he had already memorized, was joking with her friends.

"Places so sweet and gorgeous, you wouldn't believe! Here, let me show you." "What do you mean, sister?" asked Sister Divine. "Between the legs. Don't you want to taste the very cradle of your desire?" Sister Admonition stretched out her hand and placed it softly on Sister Divine's thigh dangerously close to her streaming vagina. She opened her mouth and let her tongue drop out. Sister Divine blushed, and in her shame at being discovered she absurdly grasped the sheet and pulled it over her breast while retracting her legs towards her stomach.

In this life, I would make Andon watch as I became his sister-in-law. Early the next morning, I walked out of the east wing. I was a little pale, as I had not slept for the entire night. I walked over to the entrance of the main wing and bumped into Andon and Sasha. He was awake, and Sasha was holding on to his arm affectionately. There was a smug look in her eyes. She was startled when she saw me, but she immediately flashed me a disdainful smile. "Well, if it isn't our benefactor. It's only been a night since we met. Why does your complexion look so terrible?"

One reckless, selfish night that tore everything apart. It started innocently, or at least that’s what I tell myself when I can’t sleep at night. My fiancée’s sister, Clara, was nothing like her. Where my fiancée was calm, steady, and practical, Clara was wild, impulsive, and unpredictable. She had a way of walking into a room and demanding attention without even trying. And though I would never admit it out loud, a small part of me always noticed her — the way she laughed too loudly, the way her eyes lingered when they should have turned away. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could keep those fleeting sparks buried where they belonged. But temptation has a way of waiting for the rig

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

He reaches over and literally pulls me up so my back is against him and I’m wrapped in his arms. He takes the album from me and flips through several pages until he comes to a full-page picture of three teenagers. One is Moon, another is Gomez, and the third a young woman. Her skin is lighter than Moon’s, but her Mexican heritage is evident. What astounds me is that if my skin were darker, we could be sisters. I don’t understand. “Who is she?” Moon’s finger slides over the image. “Alex’s sister.” “What happened to her?” I’m so afraid to hear his answer.

Rizz and I go through the set of black and white pictures, carrying the memories of her past, happy and pleasant. I see her, my real mother. “This is Esther Alkins?” “Hmm…” She carefully places two warm coffee cups on the small, shiny glass table. The table is right in front of the comfortable couch. Then, instead of sitting on the couch, she moves across the table to a soft, cushioned chair and sits down there. “She was beautiful.” Some images show the deep bond between sisters, reflecting their strong relationship and shared love. Other pictures highlight her successes as a warrior, clearly showcasing her achievements and brave spirit. Finally, some photos sparkle with joy, capturing those

"Now, look at you soaking my shirt with those tears of yours like you're some big baby." "And look at you already practicing how to be a mother." I got up and we both laughed. "Wanna shower with me?" She frowned a little at me then wriggled her brows like she had something mischievous playing in her head. "So you want us to act some porn hub movie, yeah?" "The hell?!" I sprang up from the bed and wrinkled my nose in distaste. "The title would be brother's girls fucks his sister in the bathroom." She waved her hands in the air as if she was seeing the title in front of her.