A Letter To My Sisters Novels & Stories

Say hello to Lolo for me—and give that little brat a few good smacks on the butt on my behalf. Come back soon! Your sister misses you!! —Shia She still writes letters with absolutely no sense of style. Is that just how blond women are? But when I saw the line “your sister misses you,” my nose stung a little. Reading the letter again, I realized I wasn’t just wavering—I even had the impulse to rush back to Vanaheim immediately. But this was only Shia’s side of the story. If I went back… would I lose my dignity all over again?

If Caramel was not my sister, I would have had my way multiple times, and there would have been nothing that would stop me. "You do? But why?" He seemed to find my response unbelievable. I placed one hand on his lap. "Look Justine," I began. It took so much not to concentrate on touching him in that way. "I've known you for as long as it seems right, and I can almost say that I trust every word you have to say." I assured him. I wished that my hand against him could cause his body to act in reaction. "Caramel is my sister and I know the right way to get in her head, all you have to do is trust me." I said, pulling away even though it took a lot of muscle awakening.

Shawn nodded and started to read the letter loudly. Dear my lovely Sister, I am sorry I wasn’t always there for you, and I am sorry I have to live so far away from you now. Regardless of how imperfect our relationship has been, you are the most perfect person to ever enter my life. You are not only a little sister, you are a mentor to me and an inspiration to everyone who is blessed enough to know you for who you truly are. The love and compassion you hold within your heart is brilliant and is something I have always admired. Your heart is one of the greatest I have ever known and your passion for life and knowledge is absolutely inspirational.

I wish others could see that Osiris. I am sorry to hear you have so little contact with the family you have left. Having 5 siblings made it impossible for me to be alone. Although I did sometimes feel lonely. I think I was so busy comparing myself to my sisters that I forgot to actually get to know them. I only saw their perfect looks, but I didn’t realize what was behind it. Now that all of my four sisters have left I really miss them. I guess that is why your first remark hurt me. It only confirmed my beliefs of what everyone thought of me. It took me a while to see it doesn’t matter what people think or don’t think. I should like myself first. Sorry, my letter has gotten really serious al

my sister says by way of greeting. “Wendy, I just got here! Why would I be coming home already?” I say. “I don’t know. Why else are you calling me? Don’t tell me you missed me already.” “Of course I miss you. You’re my sister and I love you. I’ve already mailed you a letter, but I know you haven’t gotten it yet.” “You already wrote me a letter? And now you’re calling me? Bro, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” she asks astutely.

I found it on a Thursday. Tucked inside a copy of Rebecca Ross on Granny Elizabeth’s bookshelf. I’d been searching for old recipe notes, something to distract me from the quiet that had become our new normal. But the letter changed everything. It was addressed to me. In Eliora’s handwriting. "To the sister who became me." I stared at the envelope for a long time before opening it. Not out of fear. But because a part of me still expected poison, even in her parting words.

She blamed me for abandoning Eleanor outside. I sneered and said, “Who’s supposed to be the older sister here, me or her? “If a grown adult can’t manage to keep up and gets lost, that’s not on me. That’s just not being the sharpest tool in the shed.” Eleanor shot me a glare. Just as she was about to argue, both my mother’s and my phones vibrated simultaneously. It was a message from the group admin in the neighborhood residents’ group chat. The message announced the arrival of a relief supply shipment.

That the man who could be my mateㅡ the one I had waited for such a long timeㅡ was betrothed to my sister. Why couldn't I have something to myself for once? “Don't you get it?” He started. “You're not good enough for Alpha Orion.” The words hit me smack in the face and I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white due to how hard I held on to it. “What do you mean? I'm also your daughter, are you saying I don't deserve happiness?” My voice cracked on the last statement.

Kallie was my best friend, the only person I knew in this big city. Her eyes widened as she fixed her gaze on it, "Is he Chris Rayden?" She squealed. "There!" I motioned at the letter my sister left for me. I was so coward. I couldn't open it. I couldn't gather the courage to read her letter. My last argument with her was so essential, I could not read it, I couldn't see her before leaving the house. Indeed, I didn't want to. It was my mother who handed me the letter. She must have met him. She knew it. Still, she didn't try to tell me about Chelsea.

Her words caused me to freeze for a while, and by the time I returned to reality, she was already gone. "Something is going on with us, but my sister comes first." I pushed aside her thoughts, moving to the place where she was kept. I passed a small letter to her. After which I rushed out of the place with my eyes remaining vigilant