The Sisters Closet Novels & Stories

But being a chameleon she was, I just shrugged it off and smiled as a response to her questions even though my eyes still closed, I can feel her stares at me. And actually I have no plans in answering her curiosity, that’s why I got up from lying in the sun lounger to show off to my sister my beautiful body curves, I am just wearing a red two-piece bikini that really looks amazing to me even though it is almost nothing to cover my body parts but it is still decent to look at especially I am the one wearing the fabric. And when I faced my older sister, I noticed the envious look on her face, and the irritation she felt when she saw my young and fresh beautiful sexy body. Well, I think she can

Clearly, he was observing me to see if I'd secretly gone home like last time. At 11:00 am, I received a text from Jane. "Sorry, Chloe. My friend couldn't open the password-locked door in your basement." I sucked in a gasp, stunned. I'd placed high hopes on Jane and her friend, thinking that they would be able to break down the door and investigate the secret in the basement for me. The devil worked hard, but Zane worked harder! We had underestimated him. Jane sent another message. "We've tried every method we know, but it still won't open! I can't help but feel like there's someone in the basement. Just as we're about to open the door, someone on the inside locks it again."

“I appreciate all that you do for the institute, but she’s right. You shouldn’t have done this to her room and she has the right to ask you to leave. I’m going to have to escort you out of the building.” “Bullshit!” Louella bellowed. “She has something of mine and I want it back. I’m not leaving until I get it.” Theo looked at Davina with raised brow. Davina shrugged. “I have no idea what she’s talking about. She’s ransacked my room and found nothing because there is nothing. You might want to consider the fact that the wrong sister is locked in here.” Louella’s eyes narrowed as she walked toward Davina. “Is that how we’re going to play this?”

At the Wyatt family in Rivenesco, Lovellia, a handsome young man rushed into the house. Dustin Fox walked into the living room carrying a cake. Five gorgeous women came up to meet him. They were the five stunning sisters of the Wyatt family. The eldest, Amara, was dressed in office attire that did nothing to hide her amazing figure. The second sister, Bella, was cold and distant. Her beauty was marked by a chilling elegance. The third sister, Clara, wore a short skirt and high heels. She was no less than a seductive temptress. The fourth sister, Delia, was in casual dress. Her features were softer but no less pretty. The youngest sister, Elisa, was lively and charming.

And Aiden looked at me in bewilderment, as if he hadn't noticed how lousy I look today. “Slight malaise,” I slurred, “no need to worry. Better tell us the latest news. Did you find out who was behind all this? We're still looking into it, but there aren't many options. The main version is apostates. I swallowed obscene words along with another spoonful of soup. The Resistance very skillfully framed the Sisters. “So, someone saw the distraught dark ones?” I asked a logical, from my point of view, question.

I had no reason to decline her offer because I particularly had a strange fetish for her father's version of a British accent. "Alright, I'll change into something decent." I did not argue. I was bored of having to return home to these similar walls every single day and nothing seemed to piss me off more. I left her sitting and decided to take advantage of my sisters' absence. I went into Caramel's bedroom and attacked her closet. There was a particular hoodie of hers that I loved and she would never borrow it. Her bedroom was the temporary version of a rich girl's dream. It was mostly black and grey which suited her taste for a dark themed room perfectly.

The kind that comes from seeing too many families shattered. Alexa sat at the metal table. She hadn’t moved in forty-seven minutes. Not since they brought her here from the morgue, still wearing the same clothes she'd worn for fourteen hours of travel. Her duffel bag sits on the floor beside her chair, unzipped, Alice's sweatshirt visible at the top. "She has visible marks on her wrists," Detective Cross says, stepping into the room. She closes the door behind her, a gesture of privacy that feels almost kind. "Which means she did try to struggle. Your sister was murdered."

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

*Anna* “Oh, dear God!” I exclaim, staring at two older women getting it on in a storage closet in one of the many department stores I own. “What the hell is going on?” “Close the door!” one of the women screeches. She’s attempting to pull her shirt over her exposed breasts, but it’s a button-down, and her boobs are still showing between the gaps. “I’ll close it long enough for the two of you to make yourselves presentable, but then, well, you’re in big trouble!” I tell them, closing the door.

My eyes move back and forth between the two sisters. The woman in the middle, Clotho, is the tallest of the three sisters, and her complexion is the lightest with her hair being blonde in coloring. The woman to her left has flawless caramel skin with straight hair like an Egyptian wig. The last sister, the one that is obsessed with Lucifer, is seated on the right of Clotho, and she is just stunning. Skin tone the color of deep espresso with dark curls to match, her high cheekbones and petitie frame makes her stand out amongst the three.