Ugly Step Sister Novels & Stories

And if I was honest with myself, there was a twisted satisfaction in seeing her fall apart. Lila shoved me hard, her tears vanishing into rage. “I knew it. You’ve always been a bitch. But I never thought you’d be this heartless! I’m your sister!” “Step-sister,” I corrected, my tone icy. Her face darkened. “You—”

“It's too dark. I can't —” “I’ve got you.” He whispers, arms around my waist. “Cassian…” “Can I say something?” His breath fans hot across my face. “Yes…” I feel his cold hands cup my face, thumb brushing my cheek lightly. “You are…a fucking thorn in my heart.” He forces a chuckle. Oh… “And I really hate that you're my stepsister. Hell, it makes me sick to know that we can never be more than this. I want to give you more than this.”

(KAIRA'S POV) I didn't see Slade for the rest of the night. I stayed in my room, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word he'd said in the car. "Because you're my stepsister." "Stay away from him." "Forget I said anything." I pressed my palms against my eyes. It didn't matter. It couldn't matter. He was my stepbrother. He had made it clear I was beneath him. He had kissed me and called it a mistake.

“Who's this?“ He questioned the second he placed the phone on his ear. “Someone who knows something you'd rather he didn't.“ The voice on the other side lets out a slight chuckle, filling his ears before utter silence. Blaze's body shook as he clenched his teeth. The idea of games never really sat well with him. “And what do you think you know?“ Blaze questioned, leaning on his car, his eyebrows arched. “I know all about your relationship with Katie.“ The stranger informed, followed by a dramatic pause. His words caused Blaze to scowl. Never did he expect that. However, he knew better than to confirm the suspicion. “Of course, dummy, she is my stepmom.“ Blaze reminded, accompanied by a dry l

Why wouldn’t he just mind his goddamn business? “Your stepsister is hot as hell.” Who wouldn’t say so? Why would she be my stepsister out of all the ugly people in the whole world? “Take your eyes off her. You know what I do to such eyes.” I threatened. “All right, man.” He surrendered with a laugh. Ink called back.

I muttered underneath my breath as I watched the two of them stare at each other in the most awkward yet sexual manner I was sure only happened in movies, abruptly turning back to my barely touched plate, unable to understand what the frickin hell was happening. "What?” Ally asked, all though her eyes barely left that of Azian’s figure, “Do you know that girl?" I grunted, picking up my fork with shaky fingers, trying to stop the haunting ache that had suddenly developed from within me,"That's my step sister, Khloe" I mumbled, so lowly that I was sure Ally missed it. "What?!" She exclaimed. -or not. I shrugged, playing around with my food, not wanting to say anything more.

The drama would be so unneeded and horrible. "Rose, let's go say hello to my friends."I whisper to my sister who's furiously tapping away on her phone. She does so to look extra feisty and to keep some certain types of men away. Not to brag, but, my sister is an incredibly beautiful dark skinned girl. When we were younger, I fought a lot to keep some scum bags away. I still do though, but this time they are not as much as before. As she herself has learnt how to ward some punks off.

I would rather slit my throat and die than call her 'sister'. "Honey, why don't you take a shower and come out for dinner?" Her mother said. She still hadn't broken her gaze from mine. She was as surprised as I was. Fate really hated me. A controlling father. A condescending brother. A fake would-be step-sister. It was all too much for one person. Frosty stormed out of the dining room. She probably wasn't going to come out of her room until we left, which was totally fine by me. It wasn't that I liked seeing her around.

Jordan laughs, kissing some girl in minimal clothing. Excuse you. A lot like my stepsister? What is that supposed to mean? Suddenly my gaze is a blazing fire, piercing right through him. “What the hell did you say?” I begin to pry. He retreats, his wide eyes filled with fear. He should know better than to involve my stepsister in his situation. “I mean, there are a lot of girls with similar names.” He breathes and swallows. “My stepsister isn’t some similar girl,” I exclaim in his face, my eyes wild, my fist aching to punch his ugly face.

She’s nothing but a freak, and I’ll trade my last breath for a nail in her heart. All I did was have some fun and she refused to let it go. “I doubt. But they’re about to become siblings-“ “Step-siblings.” I intercepted Dan. The thought of it irking me. “But that’s honestly perfect, gives me the perfect opportunity to make her life more miserable.” I grinned, not at my words but the image of me giving her hell. “She’s going to graduate high school without a boyfriend or a love story. That’s literally the biggest misery in my opinion,” Finn chipped in, a dramatic sigh at the end of his statement.