Always My Sister Novels & Stories

“I have never for once see you as a … I always see you just like my sister…and I cant even begin to see you differently. TO BE CONTINUED

"Lena!" "Sorry, I have to take this. It could be Nicholas calling from his office," she said as she answered the phone and placed it to her ear. Again, my mind swirled. If it was Nicholas last time, why did she leave the room and not now? Shaking my head, I pushed the thought out of my mind. I shouldn’t worry about what my sister is doing in her private life, which I never normally would. I was projecting my problems onto others, which wasn't okay.

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.

Long minutes passed before a small, rough voice finally answered from somewhere in the dense brush above the rock shelter, thick with unshed tears and three days of cold mountain mist. "Everybody's scared of me. My own sister flinches now when I walk past." "She's not scared of you," I said gently, settling back against the bole of a fallen birch, resting my elbows on my knees. "She's scared of what happened once, the same way anyone would be startled by something sudden and unfamiliar. That's not the same as being scared of who you actually are." "How would you know."

"Heidi, you ran off on your wedding to fool around with some man here? Have you no shame left at all?" Dad's face was grim. "You've had your tantrum—now come back. Don't make us a laughingstock." Clifton's gaze fell on Tyler, and he growled, "Who is he?" I set down my cup. "He's my neighbor, Tyler Tanner." Mom rushed forward, raising her hand to slap me. "What kind of neighbor keeps you company at this hour? You shameless little slut!" Tyler caught her wrist midair. He stood in front of me and said calmly, "There's surveillance here. If you lay a hand on her again, I'll call the police."

She hugged me and said, "Alessia, you're the sister I never had." What a joke. The "sister she never had" was lying on the floor, bleeding out, while she and her precious brother pushed me toward my grave.

Our father caught my older sister, Daphne Wilson, skipping class to party at a nightclub. By the next morning, he'd confiscated all her debit cards, credit cards, and sports car keys. Dad sneered at her. "If you're old enough to cause trouble, you're old enough to earn your own money." And just like that, the eldest daughter of the Wilson family, whose fortune was worth hundreds of millions, found herself so broke she couldn't even afford an extra chicken drumstick at the school cafeteria. With no other way to support herself, she had no choice but to swallow her pride and come to me. "Lend me 250 dollars." I lounged on the sofa and casually pulled up the calculator on my phone. "I don'

For the first time, I wasn’t sitting beside my older sister wondering what I needed to sacrifice to make her happy. I was simply sitting beside Selene. My sister. My equal. I looked toward the castle. “Do you remember how everyone used to tell me to follow you?” Selene smiled. “Yes.” “They always said you knew what you were doing.” “You usually did.” I laughed. “That isn’t true.” “It sounded good.” I shook my head. “You were always so confident.” “I wasn’t.” I turned toward her. “You looked confident.” “Looking confident and actually being confident are two very different things.”

I had been a copycat since childhood, but I only ever copied my older sister, Solana Darnell. When she took a liking to a strawberry cake from a particular dessert shop, I bought out every new product from that shop and kept eating it until my stomach hurt. When she took up equestrianism, I fell off a horse and broke my leg. The first thing I did after getting my cast removed was to go back to the stables with her. Whatever designer brand she wore, my closet would inevitably have the same piece the very next day. Later, Solana married the eldest son of the Creese family, Arthur Creese. I turned down every arranged marriage my father set up and instead married the Creese family’s second

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?