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?

I stood on the street corner for what felt like hours, finally gathering enough courage to attempt mind-linking with my sisters. Unsurprisingly, they had blocked my mental connection long ago. I sighed and pulled out my phone, calling my Alpha sister, Alexa. Twenty years as siblings should count for something. No matter how ugly things had become, we deserved one final meal together. She disconnected my calls repeatedly before finally shutting her phone off completely. I swallowed it down and dialed my Beta sister, Riley. This time, after an eternity of ringing, she deigned to answer, like she was granting me some grand favor.

But now, I felt a bit stronger; more resilient. Still, it stung to see her vitality dulled, to see her defeated. "Hey, sis! How about we send some letters?" the queen mentioned she would allow that much and I so desperately wanted to see my sister's handwriting while I was away as a sense of her safety. I grabbed my sister's hand again wanting to feel my baby's sister's touch for the few seconds I had left with her.

You need to learn that if you call yourself a Luna. Do you even realize that I am fuming? I have been hiding in tow months and my sister has been sleeping with husband. The both of you have been warming my bed and living without me. I will set back everything in the way it is supposed to be. And I’m not going anywhere. I have been through so much and now that I’m back. Will you deny me if my position as Luna? Don’t you think y you need to some slack? She says to me.

Her saying the latter word meant they truly suspected that I was here with Justine because they assumed there was some sort of sexual relation to my presence with him. "What does she have to say Becca? I find it difficult to even call her my sister." She spat. It was obvious she wanted nothing more to do with me. I craned my head to look behind me for a moment. The smug look on Justine's pale face taught me that he was lost on words and relied on me for the absolute excuse. I turned to meet my sisters' gaze once more. "I know this is hard to believe especially after the tantrum I threw the previous day." I began, ignoring the tick tock warning of time and the hunger I felt.

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

“Brielle, you’re a lifesaver! You’ve stocked up a ton of supplies. “Even if that official warning about a month-long heatwave is true, we’re all set for now.” The memory of being consumed by the fire was still raw when my sister, Eleanor’s voice, cut into my thoughts. “Hey, Brielle, you should go get some more. If we stockpile supplies, we’ll be able to help others as well.” I stared blankly at her. I clearly remembered the fire. I should have perished with her.

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.

"I miss them both." I looked at her. She wasn't asking for anything. Just laying it down the way someone does when they've been carrying it alone for too long. "I'm sorry," I said. And meant it completely. She smiled at me. Small and real. "You don't have to be." I looked out at the silver grass. "I received a letter today," I said. "From my sister." Aylin turned slightly. "You have a sister?" "A twin. Seraphine."