The Sister Between Us Novels & Stories

Before I could respond, another message came through. This time, it was a photograph. I opened it. My blood ran cold. Sierra. She was walking out of a restaurant. The photograph had been taken from a distance. She wasn’t alone. Her sister was beside her. I zoomed in. The image was recent. Very recent. My grip tightened around the phone. Another message appeared. ‘You lost your sister before.’ A second message followed. ‘This time, we’ll take her.’ I stood so quickly that the chair rolled backward.

“No worries. I will be serving you for the rest of the dinner so I will definitely hand it over before you leave.” “That would be great.” “I saw your sister about three weeks ago when I was with my friends at Sinkhole. She is still as crazy as ever.” “Yeah, ” she replied, and I could sense the change and tension in her the mome6he mentioned her sister, and I noted the flash of sadness that passed through her eyes. “Oh, look at me just yapping away. What do you want to eat, Gorgeous?”

Ayra. "Hi, sister," Ayra whispered into the camera, her voice dripping with venomous laughter as the ambulance sirens howled in the background. "Did you think Julian’s little cage could keep me from taking what's mine? Tell your husband to reverse the stock transfer in sixty seconds, Maya... or I will push this air bubble straight into your precious brother’s heart." "Ayra, stop! Please!" I shrieked, my fingers digging so violently into the sides of the smartphone that the glass screen creaked beneath my grip.

I replied. “You’re jealous and sad because your main mission here isn’t working as planned.” I turned to leave, then I sighted Jasmine with Aria. What? Could this be my eye malfunctioning, or was it really them? I went into my office anyway. A few minutes later, Aria came in. “Good day, ma’am,” she said. “Do you know Jasmine?” “She’s my sister.” That really sunk into me. I remember when the project was given to our company. She told me she has a sister here and accommodation will not be a problem for her. I didn't know Jasmine was her sister all along.

A tall man came up to us, still laughing, himself. “I think I have the most… unusual beta in the history of were-kind.” His arm snaked around the woman next to him, who smiled at me like an older sister would to a younger sister. This was because I am her younger sister. Our Luna is my sister and I am the Alpha’s beta.

Fucking my sister was a fantasy come true, but her and her roommate together is off the fucking charts! We take a leisurely shower and enjoy lathering each other and sliding our soapy bodies together. Watching Susan and Sherrie slither their tits together, sparks my cock to life and I'm soon rubbing it between Susan's ass cheeks. Reaching around her to cup Sherrie's ass, I sandwich Susan between us and the girls kiss passionately, while I shoot what little cum I have left onto my sister's back. Reluctantly, we finish our shower, get dressed and are watching TV when mom gets home from uncle Harry's house. We drive Susan and Sherrie to the airport, with me sitting between them in the back seat

Sister please Stop calling me your sister , stop calling me that , I am not and I will never be your sister that you know already done the moment that you decided to take the company away from me . You knew all this while , you knew all along that they were not going to let me have that company , I was supposed to have that company at 23 , but I was decided and they sent me away to work somewhere and get more expertise and for the good of our family company , I believe and I decided to take that .

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

She committed the shape of it to memory, in case the world tried to take it from her. Hector’s voice came low. “Promise.” Promise. Shore-men broke promises. But his voice didn’t sound like a breaker. It sounded like stone. So she took another step. Then another. Up the stone steps, each one a war. Calves burned. Lungs burned from air instead of water. Simy walked behind her, close but not touching, as if he wasn’t sure what she was yet. Halfway up, Simy’s voice cracked the silence. “This is so wrong,” he said. Low, fast. “I know you don’t give a fuck about anything right now, but are you aware that we are now accomplices in a stranger’s murder? We should call the police.”

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.