3 Book(s) Related to my step sister

Warning: This novel have matured contents +18

"A different truth or dare is given, and that one has to be done, no matter what." Vicky said.

"Ok Deal," I said.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Truth," I said.

"What's your honest opinion of those pics you saw, of me?" She threw me a look of pure curiosity, which only made me laugh a little.

"I can say they were very hot," I said.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," she answered, smiling at my comment.

"Is it just me, or are you not wearing panties?" I said, more to tease her about it, than I was curious.

"Yeah, I'm not," she said. "Actually, I'm surprised you noticed. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," I said.

"I dare you to take off your shirt," she said.
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So, thats how it started. I don't know why, but her mission is to find any means to have me for herself not minding what it will result to. Though she later had me and even got pregnant for me., but what happened after that is what you won't expect.

Warning: This novel have matured contents +18

Me and you. Come on let's play. "She said".

Um, okay, sure," I said, "but what do we do if one of us refuses to answer truth, or do a dare?"

"Then," smiled vicky, "A different truth or dare is given, and that one has to be done, no matter what."

"Ok Deal," I said.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Truth," I said.

"What's your honest opinion of those pics you saw, of me?" She gave me a look of pure curiosity, which only made me laugh a little.

"They were very hot," I said. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," she said, smiling at my comment.

"Is it just me, or are you not wearing panties?" I said, more to tease her about it, than I was curious.

"Yeah, I'm not," she said. "Actually, I'm surprised you noticed. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," I said.

"I dare you to take off your shirt," she said.

So, thats how it started. I don't know why, but her mission is to find any means to have me for herself not minding what it will result to. Though she later had me and even got pregnant for me., but what happened after that is was you won't expect.

I died three times.

The first time, at seven, when my father remarried. I learned to always be the second choice.

The second time, at twenty-eight, when my husband betrayed me. I discovered I had never existed in his heart.

The third time, when the doctor told me I had six months to live. That's when I finally came alive.

They called me the perfect wife, the understanding daughter, the strong sister. They said I was always so considerate, so selfless. What they didn't know was that every act of "understanding" was killing the real me.

When I discovered on our fifth anniversary that my husband Phoenix's fourteenth "client emergency" in three months was actually him running to comfort my mentally unstable step-sister Dahlia—when I held that psychiatric emergency consultation card in my hands, when I saw the lipstick stains on his shirt—I knew it was time.

Not time to forgive. Not time to save our marriage. Time to let everyone know: some women would rather die with their secrets than live in lies.

I signed my cancer diagnosis and divorce papers on the same day. They thought I'd lost my mind.

Truth is, I'd never been more sane.