Wifes Sister Novels & Stories

"My brother, his beautiful wife, their kids... my sister... and some extended family." "Ohhh." She smiled. "This is going to be fun." I nodded politely before making a strategic retreat back toward Travis. Was she... No. Surely she wasn't flirting with me. Her husband was literally standing five feet away. She had two kids. She was the oldest sister. Nah... I wasn't touching that one with a ten-foot pole. Travis chuckled beside me. "Brother... you just don't know." "I've got a feeling I'm about to find out."

I said, tucking a few stray hairs on my wife’s cheek back to her ear, “If MY WIFE is concerned about something, I will be there to comfort her. See how wonderful your husband is? You should be thanking the Gods." She laughed, “Ah, I see. I should be thanking God for giving me a pervert as a FRIEND.” Now it was her turn to laugh at my annoyed face when she called me her friend. Behind us, a cough interrupted our moment. As we turned, we noticed a grinning Cia and a scowling Viler. “Stop clinging to my daughter,” he said. “That may be the nicest thing he is thinking of doing to your daughter,” my sister said. Is she my sister and why? Viler groaned. Viler seemed just too anxious at this moment

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

“Oh, so you go way back. No wonder you’re defending him. Maybe there was already something going on between you two. Were you already involved before he married my sister?” I could not hold back anymore. I stepped forward and slapped her, then sneered. “There was already something going on? What happened between your sister and me is none of your business. Who do you think you are? Yesterday, Wendy came to me in a dream. She said she was sorry and told me to find someone better. She also said you are ungrateful and told me to stay away from you.” “That is impossible! That is all fake!” Her face turned pale, but with every sentence I invoked the dead, she had no way to argue.

he said. I thought he just had a good memory. I forgot that he'd never once remembered I'm allergic to strawberries. His mother shot me a disapproving look. "Jennifer, a woman needs to be gracious about these things. You couldn't even produce a son. Lydia is carrying the McKinzie family's first grandson. "If it weren't for Harvey's kind heart—remembering all those years you've been together—by all rights, Lydia should be the first wife and you the second."

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

I was quite upset seeing the mess they had made. “You should clean up the dishes quickly. This place doesn’t look so good.” My sister-in-law spoke with a grin on her face. “It wouldn’t hurt if you do the dishes as well.” I retorted. “I am not my brother’s wife. I am his sister, your husband’s sister in law hence it is not my duty to clean up anywhere. It is yours. We feed you and cloth you. Make yourself useful.” She chuckled and walked out of the kitchen. Her confidence was on another level. What on earth is wrong with her?

Outside, a middle-aged woman looked at him with disdain, and next to him were three other beautiful women who also looked at him with disdain. "My wife hasn't woken up yet, what are you doing here?" “What is it, your wife scared our goats away. You are quick to pay for our loss." “Elder brother, don't say that we are a family that has to be divided or brotherly. This was made by the eldest brother's wife, not us."

He paused for a beat before nodding. I pressed my lips together and finally asked the question that had been weighing on my mind for far too long. "Who's more important—your sister or your wife?" Matthew blew up. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I scoffed. "On our first anniversary, I made a wish over the candles with my eyes closed. And when I opened them, you were gone. All because she was scared to be alone during a blackout. "She texted you, and you just dropped everything and left me alone. I didn't realize a 'sister' could outrank a wife. Maybe I should go get myself a 'brother' too—"

She sputtered. " I will ask you for the last time where is my wife?" Lisa could not take this. Her daughter was hurt and her brother was only concerned about his wife. She told him in agitation " Your sister is hurt and you are worried about your wife. She is grown up for Christ's sake" This fell on deaf ears. Grand Padi's face was filled with worry. His calm and kind voice brought up a question, " Child, tell us if you know where your friend is."