Novel & Cerita Younger Sister Stories

In order to protect us, I had to conceal our true identities. I was about to continue when Lucas cut me off with, "you have never spoken about your sister, have you?" After quickly lying to cover my tracks, I fabricated a story. "She's my younger sister from my mother and is only 21 years old. she's my half My sister, that's right. I just didn't want to bring it up because at the time, she was still residing with her father. However, her father passed away, and now it is my responsibility to take care of her."

He's sharing his life about and they do too. "Man, that's-- well, that's... awesome." Nick chuckled and shove the homemade burger he's holding in his mouth. "No, it's not." He shook his head slowly while playing the burger Klyde's male maids made for them at his plate. "I have the most annoying older sister and an 11 year old sister who doesn't care about anything." He explained to them. "And what about that youngest?" Klyde asked and drink his water. "She's-- she's my favorite one. She's so sweet and the only one who listen to me like I'm telling her the most beautiful and amazing princess stories." He answered and chuckled.

"On top of the world. But, well, her nature is getting annoying." I laughed briefly. Jealous of his younger sister who had come with him. She was already a ticking time bomb. Talking all the time, and very extra. I love her, and the passion that is always in her. Envy that she's so free to do whatever even though she's in the same type of family as me. Even now that she has her own brand, apparently her family frees their women to be creative. I've never been jealous of anyone more than her. She was every version of me that I wanted. At my age, which is no longer young, I am even still my parents' puppet ready to be toyed with at any time. I should have been able to achieve a lot by now, alt

Despite our arguments, I know he cares about me, even if he doesn’t always show it. Anne, my younger sister, is a quiet, bookish girl. She’s incredibly intelligent and artistic, often lost in her world of books and drawings. Anne is focused and driven, and she seems to have her life all planned out. We share a special bond because we both understand what it feels like to be different, even though our differences are worlds apart.

"Yeah, I will admit I have been a bit distant. It's just that things have been really tough lately, and I needed some time to process everything. But now, I genuinely want to get to know you. And besides, I always wanted a younger sister, and now that I have you, I really want to know you." A mischievous smile spreads across her face. "Younger sister? Really? I'm pretty sure I'm older than you." I chuckle, enjoying the playful back and forth. "No, I don't think so. I'm taller, remember?" She lets out a sigh, conceding with a playful tone. "Well... I guess we will have to bring in Uncle Martin to settle this argument."

My younger sister, Halsey, greets me. “Hey, what’s up with the big smile so early in the morning?” I ask while drying my shoes on the doormat. “You, wanna know?” She asks with surprised eyes. “Yeah. I mean, why not?” I ask, looking at her with a confused expression. She glares back at me as if not knowing what to say. “I’ll tell you later.” She answers as she walks away. I roll my eyes and scoff as I watch her make her way upstairs. I follow behind and head to the bathroom.

She blurted out. The sister frowned upon seeing the tears that wouldn't stop falling from her eyes. "What's wrong, my child? Did you encounter something bad?" "Yes, I encountered a lot of things and I'm currently homeless." She sniffed and went ahead to narrate the entire story to the sister. She told her about how her uncle almost had his way with her, how she ran to the club to find her best friend, and how she ended up getting drunk and eventually losing her virginity. When she summarized her story, the sister was in shock.

I remembered when I was ten, Alyssa pushed me down the stairs, and my three brothers casually explained it away by saying she didn’t do it on purpose. I remembered on my twelfth birthday, when Alyssa threw away my cake, my brothers told me it was just a small joke. During the winter when I was eighteen, Alyssa locked me on the balcony all night, leaving me frozen stiff. However, my brothers only shrugged and said she was just in a bad mood. Every time Alyssa hurt me, they always found a reason for her. But just for being suspected of hurting her, I had to be punished according to family rules.

Annie smiled, “This is going to be so much fun!” Amy laughed, “My younger sisters were twins. They were so conniving. Even before they could talk, they would plan stuff. It was like they had their own language. One would go after something they both wanted while the other got into something they knew they weren’t supposed to. My parents would hurry and get the twin that was doing wrong and the other would grab the cookies, or whatever they wanted, and run to their room.”

“I told you this would happen!” Waitㅡ what?! I struggled to form words. “Wait, I can explain. She's lying!” His mum stepped forward, fury written across her face. “Is it not enough? The havoc and the rumors you've spread against your own sister?!” She seethed, voice harsh. I took a step back, struggling to form words. “Youㅡ That's not what happened, hear me outㅡ she's lying to you all! She cheated on Alpha Orionㅡ”