Chapters tagged stepsister

by Levantin

Chapter 48

The apartment door swung open, and Loona stepped inside with swift strides. “Nadja! So great you’re already here,” she called out in high spirits, slipping off her jacket and walking toward us with an open, genuine smile. Passing by, she draped an arm warmly around my shoulders....

by Levantin

Chapter 49

The scent of roasted garlic and fresh rosemary drifted through the kitchen, punctuated by the steady, rhythmic chop of my knife against the wooden board. The cutting board sat at a meticulous right angle to the kitchen island's edge, positioned just as Loona wanted it. "Thinner,...

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Chapter 65

The final weeks before graduation passed in a suffocating, seamless routine. Daily life in the period apartment ran like clockwork, its tempo dictated entirely by Loona. Every morning her silent wake-up call tore me from sleep: out of bed by five-thirty, icy water splashed acros...

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Chapter 67

The cordless drill sat heavy in my grip, the high-pitched whine of the motor echoing off the bare walls. The white plastic casing of the first camera was anchored firmly above the frame of the hallway door. Sweat traced down from my temples, gathering along the lower rims of my...

by Levantin

Chapter 68

She sat in the armchair, one leg draped casually over the other, tracing the tip of her foot across my lower lip until my mouth parted on its own. Loona slid her toes inside—slow, unmistakable—letting them rest there as naturally as if this space belonged to her, just like every...

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Chapter 81

The sharp click of Vanessa’s heels against the hardwood signaled our undoing before the front door had even swung shut behind us. With a deep, released groan, she kicked the expensive pumps from her feet, tossed her handbag onto the console table, and strolled into the living roo...

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Chapter 94

The pale autumn light creeping through the curtains woke me. For the first time in weeks, waking up wasn't a sudden jolt of numb suffocation. No cold stainless steel biting mercilessly into my pubic bone at the first involuntary morning shift. The loose cotton rested easily on m...

by Levantin

Chapter 102

The next two hours on the sofa stretched out like thick, amber syrup. The drinks ran low, the bass from the speakers sank deeper into the upholstery, and the conversations drifted into that smoky, unfiltered late-night murmur. Loona and Timo had drawn close together. She sat ang...