A Letter To My Sisters Novels & Stories

Luli hesitantly took the letter and read it. "Sister I am doing fine here, please don't listen to the crab of these people, they said you are worried about me so I wanted to write to you, I have been learning everything possible, I can read and write now. I will grow into a strong man and save you from those mean people, Sister don't worry just wait for me" His letter pushed Luli into a pool of emotions, and her eyes filled with tears. Though she was not his real sister, her heart clenched at his words and at the sight of that little dress drenched in blood.

I squealed with delight, "My sister wanted us to talk. Mysha has already determined the time and location of our meeting. Three days from now, on Sunday, would be the time. Even if it was still Thursday, I couldn't wait for the day to end or, ideally, for tomorrow to immediately turn into Sunday. "What's up?" Nicholas entered my room and sat on my bed without asking permission. Nevertheless, I'm too happy to mind it. I let it slide. Elora excused herself, leaving just Nicholas and I in my room. "Mysha sent me a letter," I said. Resumed combing my hair, I sat on my vanity chair. My pale complexion tinted slightly and my cheeks turned naturally pinkish, possibly due to too much happiness. "Wha

Rebel is correct, this could be because of me, now someone has my little sister I feel helpless that I cannot find her, I’m hoping she is ok. I began to walk over to my car, I noticed it was paper on the front of my window. It had my name on it, I grabbed the letter and opened it, I could believe my eyes as I read the letter it said: If you ever want to see your sister again, you will come to the place addressed at the bottom. Come alone, or else she will die. P.S. We will be watching you.

God, when was the last time an erotica got me this hard? "You sound breathless, did you go for a run?" She asked, curious and concerned. "N-YES! Yes, I did. I just came back." I corrected myself. She may be 21 years already but she's still my little sister. "Um...what letters were you talking about?" "You know what letters I'm talking, Ethan. Where are they?" Now she sounded plain annoyed. "Well, unlike someone else I know," I paused for dramatic effect, "I don't go digging through my little sisters personal belongings. Have you checked your old-clothes-disposal closet?"

After our family went bankrupt under millions of dollars of debt, I risked my life to protect my little sister from the ruthless loan sharks. She, however, floated above the squalor—a saint who treated money like filth. I was beaten half to death trying to guard the last thousands of our savings. Once the money was secured, she handed every last dime to a pitiful distant uncle. I saved us from the goons with a smashed glass bottle, shielding her all the way to the police station. Instead of thanking me, she called me barbaric, insisting I should have sat them down for a civilized conversation. I toiled for months pulling three grueling shifts a day to settle our father’s debts, while she lou

I ignore him and I continue with my letter. “Father, this is Mira. I know you may probably not be happy to see a letter from me. But I desperately need to let it out. The Alpha Brothers are typically monsters. They are as wicked as you described them and even worse. They are used to gruesome sight amd are even encouraging me to do so. I wish I can come back home but I know that I am doing this for the family. I have sworn not to let any feelings harbor between me and this wicked brothers. Do well to send your regards.” I hold my tears tight careful not to stain the paper and start writing everything all afresh.

She was so terrified that she started crying, but she still managed to shout, “It’s just a stupid admission letter. What’s so impressive about it? Do you have to incinerate your sister for it? Get your hands off that button!” I shook my head and pushed the button slightly. Mom and Dad finally took me seriously. Their faces turned white, and they stumbled to the floor. “The admission letter is with your sister!” Mom shrieked in a panic, “Are you happy now, you wretch?! Let Lillian go now!” Reflexively, I turned to look at the incinerator. The admission letter that I wanted was right in front of me.

“I loved my parents. Don’t ever say that. I wanted to be free of my sister. With my parent’s gone, she’s out of control. She should be the one in here, not me.” “Why is that?” “She’s greedy. She’ll do anything to get it all. She wants everything we’ve inherited. Her share and mine.” Davina smirked and gave a slight chuckle. “It’s embarrassing at times.” “Your sister embarrasses you?” “At times.” Davina looked at him quizzically. “Didn’t I just say that?” The timer went off just as he was about to reply. It was like a scene from a high school television show. He picked up his precious pad of paper and stood up abruptly. “That’s the bell. Time’s up. I’ll see you next week.”

" My lady are you sure your sister sent you that letter " " Yes Bethel you sent that letter to me " Bethel had been quite for a while but when I kept insisting that she was the one who sent that letter to me she immediately flared up. " Are you sick or something Valerie why would I sent you a letter , And since when have we become so close to start exchanging letter , Valerie don't get on my nerves ,yes I agree I hate and despise you but why should I sent you a letter even if mother dies today I wouldn't even let you know before putting her to rest "

It was great while it lasted, but it’s time for me to go. She sits down on the bed and watches me pack. I eye her warily. What’s the matter? I can’t tell. Does she want to say something to me? If so, why doesn’t she say it? Finally, she speaks, “Your sister sent us a letter.” Any mention of Mary makes my heart skip a beat. I try to keep my nervousness in check. “What did she say?” “She says she knows you’re moving and that she isn’t surprised.” Immediately after she says this, she begins tearing up. “I don’t know what to say. I really don’t.”