You Are Mine, Little Sister Novels & Stories

I turned away to pull on my black dress shirt, sleeves rolled to the forearms, letting her feel the weight of that promise settle over her like chains. Run all you want, little sister. You’re already mine. .......

You’re gonna be my sister. Something shifted in her expression—a quiet, tender realization. Her smile softened, her fingers tightening around the pillow. “You know… that actually makes me kind of emotional.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now, thick with something deeper than laughter. “I mean, I’ve always been close to you, but now it feels… different. Like… permanent. Family.” My throat tightened unexpectedly. “Exactly,” I murmured, blinking against the sudden sting in my eyes. “You were already mine, but now you’re mine-mine.”

a way to say thank you in the only language Ive ever known —gifts not words. i let out a rough breath and drop the shirt onto the bed.My reflection stares back at me from the dark window —all control and composure but behind it i see the mess Ive made. Then, a small voice breaks the quiet. “my sister can be a little mean sometimes,” says the tiniest figure Ive ever seen — Taylor’s little sister standing barefoot in the hallway her pajamas covered in cartoon stars.she hugs a stuffed bear to her chest. “but she is really kind.

I took my phone out of my pants pocket. Seeing the caller's name I Smiled before picking it up. " Hello Little Sister, Are you missing me already? " " Who's missing you! " She snapped. " Oh, hold it there little sis, we aren't on the battleground alright? So chill. " " Who's your little sis, ah? " " You of course, as far as I can remember mom only gave birth to me and you or don't tell me you aren't my sister but a replica? "

I don’t think he sees you the way I do. My jaw trembled. The next letter. Your sister confessed to me today. I don’t know what to do. I want to forget you, but I can’t. Sister. He was talking about Rowena. Another letter. You got pregnant. I promise to take care of your sister and love her with all of my heart. I’ll forget you from now on. My hands shook violently now. The words blurred for a moment before I wiped my eyes. Another letter. He left you. And you also left. But you brought another blessing to the world. I’ll treat her like I would my own child. Mina—you always wanted that name.

he says finally letting me go, letting me sleep on the bed next to him, I move in his bed until I was comfortable enough, I turn to him, this is our last night together. "Will you allow me here again?" I ask meaning, would he allow me to sleep with him again as a sister and not a potential sub? "Of course my little sister, you'll always belong to me, right here" he says pointing to his heart making me smile, I got a question I asked before but he said it's for a more intimate position, nothing is more intimate than being claimed as his little sister. "Mouse" I say, he replies with a hum. "Why are you called Mouse?" I ask again.

What was wrong with me? “I meant it when I said you were mine. And I don't hurt what's mine. I protect it.” His trailed his nose down my neck and sucked the skin there while I whimpered in pleasure, my toes curling on the floor. “I'm not a thing for your…your protection.” I whispered, my voice breaking, my mouth dry. “And I'm … I'm not yours. I…I'm your sister….”

Before she turned her back on us as though we did not exist. Tightening my hold on the fabric, I could feel an intense rage bubble up inside of me, burning hot. I despised that memory. I despised how much it controlled me. ...Sis? Lyra sounded far away. As though her voice had to travel through several dimensions to reach me. Aubrey? Nothing. Aubrey... Aub— She nudged me softly. And just like that, the spell broke. I snapped out of it. "Hmm?" You must have been thinking of her, she whispered.

I tried to hold his gaze, but it felt like looking into a storm, a cold, ruthless storm that had no intention of letting me out alive. His lips curled into a faint smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “What I want to do with you?” he echoed, his voice low and chilling. “That’s simple.” I braced myself, expecting something brutal, something that would make everything worse, when his next words hit me like a punch to the gut, drawing all the air out of my lungs. “Welcome back home, sister.” Sister?

Red taillights blurred through the streets like veins, and every shadow seemed alive with danger. I thought of my mother’s voice, soft but firm in the memory of childhood: “Protect your sister, no matter what.” It had always been a lullaby, a warning. Tonight, it felt like prophecy. Pressing my forehead to the cold glass, I whispered into the night: “I won’t fail you, Maya. Not now. Not ever.”