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"Maisie, where are you? Please, I'm begging you to come back. I know I'm in the wrong..." Hearing his desperate, broken words pushed Rebecca closer to the edge. She was consumed with hatred for Maisie, secretly praying her sister had died somewhere, never to return. However, something happened that day that shattered her last remaining hope. She found Agatha clutching one of Maisie's few photographs, weeping uncontrollably and murmuring endless apologies. Rebecca finally snapped after holding in her anger all day. She slapped the photo out of Agatha's hands and shouted, "Why?! I'm supposed to be the family princess! Maisie can't compare to me in anything, so why do all of you only remember s

I didn’t know that one night could ruin everything. If I had known, I would have stayed home. I would have ignored the invitation, ignored the dress laid neatly on my bed, and definitely not ignored the voice in my head telling me that I didn’t belong there. But it was my sister’s engagement party. And she has been there for me even during times I didn’t know I needed someone. And she wanted me there, that alone was enough to make me go. Getting to the venue, it was everything I expected elegant, expensive, and perfect, Just like her.

Needing people and making the need look like an invitation. She thought about growing up alongside her. Two sisters in a small apartment in Kyiv, sharing a bedroom that was too small and a life that was big enough anyway. Anna always more polished, more certain, more everything — or seeming so, which Irina now understood was not the same thing at all. Anna constructing the composed version of herself so thoroughly and so early that even the people closest to her had started to mistake the construction for the person. She thought about Zara. About the call.

No, she orders in her authoritative voice. When Killian comes within hearing distance, Andrea speaks again, “I'm not doing this because I have the hots for you. I mean I had a crush on you ages ago, but not now.” She rolls her eyes, changing her tone, “I care for you so that my brother doesn't get a heart attack and dies earlier than intended. So, you better be careful, pretty boy.” Blush coats his cheeks, hearing her speak about something like this so nonchalantly. “What a loving sister I have. Wow, I'm so touched that it feels like my heart is out in the open, getting kissed by a gentle breeze.” Comes a sarcastic remark from Killian.

“You need to figure out what you want, I need you to step up I can't run this pack and our nest” She frowns at me “What do you mean?” Sighing “I need you to help run the nest at home” She starts shaking her head “I can't do that, I’m not a leader, Lyra” The panic in her face gives me mixed emotions, I need to remember she is my sister and a product of shit parenting. My beautiful sister was raised to believe she was nothing but a pawn to be married off to help their alliances.

"No. You always show up. That's not the same thing." I didn't have an answer. Liam leaned against the boards. The metal was cold. Condensation dripped down the glass. "You talked to your sister?" he asked. "Yeah." "How'd it go?" "She didn't forgive me. But she didn't kick me out either." "That's something." "That's what everyone keeps saying." "Because it's true." Liam crossed his arms. "You can't fix everything overnight. You just have to keep showing up." "That's what I'm trying to do."

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Dana wipes the tears from her eyes before she gets any words out. "well duh girls have a sisterhood against the male species its unwritten and every woman in the world knows about it solidarity and all that" I wipe the tears from my eyes laughing as I hear the doorbell go, Dana turns and looks at me and a massive grin spreads across her face from ear to ear she kinda reminds me of that weird cat in a movie I saw on Netflix bit creepy.

"No, you're not." "Yes, I am." "Jane, we don't share parents. We don't share blood. We don't share DNA." "So?" "So that means you're not my sister!" "That's not what sister means." "What does sister mean then?" "Sister means the person who grew up with you. Sister means the person who knows all your secrets. Sister means the person who would do anything for you." "Would you do anything for me?" "Yes." "Then where were you when Dad died?"

“I just wanted to check on you, to see how you’re getting along. None of this can be easy for you. Do you need anything?” My mind rapidly runs through all the things that I need, all the people I need. My mom. My little sister, Sinead. My little brother, Brock. Lenny. While I don’t miss my house itself, I do miss the scent of the homemade soap Mom uses to clean with. I take a deep breath and realize that’s not what Sophia is asking me. She doesn’t have the power to make any of those people appear. She wants to know if she can help me with anything here. Can she make it so that her sister isn’t engaged to Rafe or so that the prince tells me the truth every once in a while? I would like help w