Always My Sister Novels & Stories

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

I yell at her. Why not? What did you feel for my sister that makes it so impossible for you to move on. It has been three damn weeks. Haven’t I been patient enough? I cannot even fit in as Luna; everyone is used to my sister and all I do all day is hide by tears in shopping. I’m suffering here, can’t you see me? She says to me and tears rolls off her eyes.

I take a deep breath and try again. “My sister got kicked out of my parent’s house, she’s pregnant and she needs a place to stay. So she moved in with me. Every time she’s around I get a little crazy, I’m stressed out of my mind. And for that reason I am not in the right mind to spend time with anyone.” I say and he looks at me thoughtful.

Hurting me would absolutely hurt them. Despite my nervousness, and all of the questions swarming my mind, I cannot lie and say that I’m not at least a little bit excited. I'm going to be seeing my sister. My fucking sister. The only family I have left.

He probably knew what we had done. God, could the earth open up and swallow me? Reagan eyed me without changing his expression. "Gallena Mikhaelovich's least annoying sister." I'm pretty sure he recognized me from my hair which was different from Gallena's. "My sister isn't annoying ," I said without thinking, definitely bolder than I'd ever been, especially considering the fact that I was surrounded by three predators, with another one upstairs. Not to mention Lorenzo was still near me with his drunken eyes. He's not like this when he's sober. Well, at least from what I could tell. He watched me with one narrowed eye.

There was warmth in her voice, a sincerity I rarely felt from anyone—and it came from Mellan—my sister, who had probably spent most of her life feeling like a shadow behind me. I wiped the corner of my eye, calming the wave of emotions that suddenly rose inside me. "That means a lot, Mel. Thank you." "Well, I'm just telling the truth." Her voice was still bright, but then her tone softened. "I miss you." I held my breath. "I miss you too," I whispered honestly. There was a brief pause, then Mellan let out a long sigh. "I wish we could see each other more often. I know you're busy with your new project, but… still, I want us to have time together again like we used to."

I almost cried when I realized today was the death anniversary of my late sister Stella. Growing up, my older sister, Stella, always seemed to have it all. She was the golden child, the apple of my mother's eye. While I tried to find my place among the shadows, Stella effortlessly commanded attention. She had inherited our mother's stunning looks and confident demeanor, making her the epitome of their shared aspirations.

He dropped to his knees beside my bed. "Grace, come home with me, okay? We have the same blood type. I'll give you my entire liver if I have to. You're my real sister. I won't let you die. From now on, I won't care about anyone else. I'll only stay by your side, okay?" Something inside me snapped. I shoved him away and started screaming like a madwoman. "I'm already dying! What's the point of playing the good brother now? Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"

her voice echoes across the lawn, people turning in her direction and then back to look at me. I can’t help but smile. You would think that someone that is going to be the High Priestess of the coven would have a little more decorum, but ever since my mother’s death, my sister has decided that she wasn’t going to waste her time making other people feel comfortable. She was going to be who she was no matter what and fuck everyone else’s opinions. It’s something that I aspire to. I grin widely and jog over to them. My sister, the thrill seeker that she is, runs to me and jumps into my arms. “I’m so proud of you, big bro!” she cries out as I sweep her in my arms and spin her around.

While I was slopping the animals or doing my other chores, I used to daydream about my mate. Now, those dreams are over, and I have to accept that I’ll be a prisoner here behind these walls forever. “You see,” my sister continues, “whenever I have a dream like that, they usually come true.” She has my attention now. “Like that? Like… what?”