A Sisters All You Need Novels & Stories

Born into royalty, trained as an Alpha, expected to marry well, form alliances and never ㅡ everㅡ cause trouble. I'd done everything right. Which meant tonight terrified me. The idea of not finding a good mate. Or one at all. Disappointing my parents and proving that I was nothing compared to my sisterㅡ Calanthe. She could shift. She had her Alpha powers manifested already. And me? I couldn't do a thing. Bile rushed up my throat and my vision swam. “I need to go meet my dad at the high table. I'll be back soon.”

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

It was because of this email that I learned about all the struggles my family had gone through over the past year. [Back then, we always said you were the strong one and that you could handle anything. Daphne was delicate; she needed looking after. So we gave her everything. We gave her all our attention and money, forgetting that you were our child too. We forgot that you also needed to be loved, and to be supported. [You must’ve felt so heartbroken on that day you saw your sister’s post. I’m only now starting to understand. It took me this long. And now it’s too late.

"Do you really not care about your sister at all? She's never suffered a day in her life. How can you bear to make her spend the rest of her years watching the man she loves live happily with her own little sister? You… You'll drive her into depression for the rest of her life!" My lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. Who had been the ones who'd begged me to marry Adrian in Vivian's place back then? Sure, Vivian had "never suffered a day in her life", but did that mean I was born to suffer for her? They were the ones who'd derailed my entire life! At that moment, Adrian finally stepped forward. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and his deep voice cut through the chaos. "My wife has o

"Since she's got so much money, why didn't she hire a caregiver for her own mother?" "She's a monster! If she treats her own mother like this, there's no way she's a responsible doctor to her patients. We won't feel at ease knowing that our family members are in her care." "Fire her! Get rid of that heartless monster!" Someone started throwing rotten eggs at me, and a woman even lunged at me to hit me. Amy recorded all of this on her live stream, of course, garnering even more traffic online. She also pretended to stand defensively in front of me, crying out, "Don't treat my sister like that!"

People's eyes darted back and forth between Keith and me. "Keith, this is what you meant by 'just a sister'? A sister who wears my pajamas and sleeps with you? "You kicked me out of the house just to make room for your dear little sister?" Keith's face flushed bright red. He reached for my phone, trying to snatch it away, but I stepped aside and avoided him. "Silvia! Have you lost your mind?!" He kept his voice low, but his anger still showed. "Do you even know where you are? You may not care about your reputation, but I do!"

Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance. The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with one of the sterling silver knives beside our plates. “Well,” Iris said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I think it’s wonderful how you’re all supporting each other through this process. It can’t be easy.” If she only knew. There was nothing wonderful about it. Just desperation, manipulation, and my own pathetic inability to say no to my sister. “Yes,” Margo agreed, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Grace has always been so accommodating. Haven’t you, dear?”

Andrine’s eyes, filled with a glimmer of hope and desperation, met Alysha’s. She stepped closer, her voice softer but urgent. “You might not remember me,” she began, her tone almost pleading, “but you know I’m your sister, right?” Alysha offered a small, reassuring smile and nodded. “Of course, Andrine,” she replied gently. “I know you’re my sister.” For a brief moment, the tension in the room seemed to ease, but then Andrine’s expression shifted. The vulnerability in her eyes hardened, replaced by a quiet determination. “I need money,” she said, the words direct and unflinching.

I continue, my gaze skipping over faces I know. “But sometimes happily ever after is a house you build to your own measurements.” I lift my glass. “To my parents, who let me make messes and then stood by me. To my brother, the human breakwater. To my ridiculously talented sisters… may your filters be merciful.” “To Haylee, my general.” I raise my glass. “Sisters before Misters Always.” “To my team… Alex, Rosa, Tom, Leo, Imani, Carmen, Jules. And to all of you who came to witness a woman choosing herself.”

“My sister, she’s inside.” He looks uncertain. “I don’t want to leave you like this Ella.” I shake my head stubbornly. “I need Cora.” I need a woman, I’m coming to pieces, and no man will be able to comfort me right now. I wouldn’t normally place such a burden on my sister, but I’m afraid this scene is going to be quickly overrun with aggressive shifters, and I don’t think I can handle it.