Novel & Cerita X Sisters

“I love how protective you are of my sister. But your wife needs you here with me.” Hunter exhaled heavily, his hands gripping me tighter. “But he’s also a player. He doesn’t do long-term.” He admitted. “I don’t want your sister getting hurt.” I hummed, sliding my hands over his chest, teasing the buttons of his shirt open. “And you think you’re being the big brother?” I nipped at his bottom lip. “You think she’s too naïve to handle a man like Max?” Hunter let out a rough breath, his resolve crumbling under my touch. “She’s not like other women.”

So we just carried on as best friends and ravished each other whenever we got the chance. Tonight's party had been our ultimate lesbian fantasy and we both looked forward to inducting four more girls into our sapphic society. Nicole and Nancy arrived next. No one could see the two vixens and not know they were sisters. They were so close in age, body shape, personality, and style that most people mistook them for twins. Rebecca and I looked forward to seeing how close we could entice the sisters to get with each other. We had long fantasized about the two sisters and had voiced our fantasies to each other during numerous long bouts of our sexual trysts.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

His lips curled up in an eerie smile as he leaned close to my face, breathing, "Your sister said your heart would suit me more, and it appears to be no lie… It's almost as if you're born with a heart destined to be eaten by me. "Even if I don't feel anything for you, you're still much better than your sister." I struggled against him—against death—only to find my whole body limp and devoid of any strength. Had I been drugged?! As if reading my mind, Sion lifted my chin and narrowed his eyes. "Don't even think about getting away. Your dear sister drugged you so that you can't." My hands trembled even more, and I sweated all over my back.

Sis Three said with tears in her eyes, “Even if you say that, Iris is our sister whom we’ve lived with for so many years. How can we not be sad now that she’s dead?” Sis Eight chimed in, “Now that Sis Thirteen has gone into Doomsday, it’s hard to predict her wellbeing. We should head in and save her soon.” Baby Robbie looked at the sisters’ angry expressions. He was trying to figure out each sister’s standpoints from their words and actions. Sis Six was baiting them, and he wondered whether she was doing it intentionally. If she was, then her shrewdness was beyond what he had imagined. It meant he had underestimated Sis Six from the beginning.

Aphrodite almost seems to comfort us, yet she still leaves us here in this icky place. The Sisters of Fate are much more hideous than I thought they would be. Their skin is a pale grey, their skin seems to glob from their bone. They all have at least eight legs, yet the way they crawl it seems like so much more. The whole main room is twindled with red string, they all seem to glow with fate.

Ava said as she pulled a bottle out of the bag. Catherine closed the door. “Which one of my sister’s gave you my address.” So I know which one to kill. “Huh? Oh. The one with the blonde hair,” Ava answered. Catherine placed her hands on her hips as she took a few steps towards Ava. “All my sisters have blonde hair.” Catherine had four sisters. Constance was the eldest and married with twins, then Catherine, Caitlin was third, and Chastity and Chelsea were the youngest. Chastity was born first and Chelsea followed thirty minutes later.

Is she just asking me and Brett to have s*x just to prove that our relationship is real? What a b*tchy sister.

"It was a lot of words, and they kept blurring together so I just decided to go to bed and wing the whole meeting." Zypher shook her head at me even though she was smiling. "I understand you. I suffered that when I was still leaving with 'the sisters'. I had to read up on files for upcoming missions. It was hectic." "Sisters? You sound like a bunch of witches or something like that. Do you guys have like a sisterhood of some sorts?" "Yeah. It's a sisterhood for abused women who went through a lot." That piqued my interest. "Explain to me how everything works."

I stiffened. A group of girls stood by the fountain …hair glossy, lips painted, laughter sharp as razors. I knew them. Everyone did. They were the daughters of senators, CEOs, ministers. Girls who smiled sweetly in selfies and spat poison the second the camera clicked off. The elite. The untouchables. They called themselves Sassy. God knows why. And in the middle of them, like a rose among thorns, was my sister. Nina. Her arms were crossed, an awkward smile curling her lips. “Guys, stop. She’s just…you know. Quiet.”