Always My Sister Novels & Stories

All my brothers look at me. "No they are not devil's but, they give me a hard time. One doesn't want to get out of bed and the other says silly reasons for not getting out of bed even after being awake, one is a bookworm while the other is a game lover. See my sisters they will wake up by themselves and then they will get ready too. So having a sister is a real blessing," I said to which everyone smiled. ********

Sister please Stop calling me your sister , stop calling me that , I am not and I will never be your sister that you know already done the moment that you decided to take the company away from me . You knew all this while , you knew all along that they were not going to let me have that company , I was supposed to have that company at 23 , but I was decided and they sent me away to work somewhere and get more expertise and for the good of our family company , I believe and I decided to take that .

I’m their sister. Correction: I’m their half-sister, as they are always quick to point out if we’re at a family event and someone calls me their sister. Yeah, that used to hurt when I was little. All I wanted was for them to like me back then. Break my heart enough times it becomes immune and unfeeling towards you.

And my sister, she’s 18 years old, 5'4" tall, very cute and pretty. She has skin like snow and long hair black as a crow. She also has the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen—quite round, firm, and not big, just right. I know all the boys who would see them would be amazed because they’re perfect. We live in Manila, Philippines. We have a normal family—my father has a nice job, our mom is a high school teacher. But my relationship with my sister changed one day… It was a Sunday afternoon. We were all going to mass at 6. When it was my turn to take a shower, I accidentally opened the bathroom door and saw my beautiful naked sister. She was stunned when she saw me. “oh shit!!” “Sorry, sis,

I consider not getting up, but that would spook even more attention, so I get on both feet. As soon as she sees me, she wraps her arms around me. “You look…”she sniffs, “and smell so fucking good.” I beam out a smile. We both sit down. She begins to chatter about the stress of planning a wedding while I drift off. My sister had never been a bad person. Yes, she had her flaws, but she loved me like no one could. No one. She was my youngest sister, and my only priority in life, but I couldn't help it whenever I saw her walk into a room. She always stole the show. She was always the center of attention. Beautiful was an understatement, my sister made the stars shine even brighter. She made the

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

Pain lived underneath it. “That depends. Are you busy with my sister?” My stomach dropped. “Vivian.” She turned to me. For one second, she was not the polished future Luna. She was my sister. The girl who had grown up beside Ezra. The girl who had been told since childhood that they would stand together. The girl who had spent years learning how to become exactly what Black Moon Ridge expected beside him. “I warned you,” she said. “I know.” “And you still spent the night with him.”

The entire school thought I was the school belle Wanda Stewart's biggest simp. I would send her breakfast during her morning run. I would offer her a towel and water during her matches. I would buy her pancakes from three streets away in the bitter cold just because she said she was hungry in the middle of the night. The boys in school who liked her could form a line from the mathematics department to the field. The look in their eyes changed from disdain to hatred. "He hasn't managed to pursue her even after all that simping. He really can take things in his stride." "Wanda is just good-natured. That's why she hasn't called the police." When the school hunk, Connor Graham, decided t

One thing about Anna is that she's incredibly nosey, and I don't trust her anywhere near that drawer. I've decided I'm going to tell her how I feel. I just don't want to blurt it out over breakfast or randomly say it while we're arguing. I want to make it special. I want her to know that I mean every word. The problem is, I have absolutely no idea how to do that. Then I remember my little sister. Ella is hopelessly romantic and will probably have a hundred ideas before I even finish explaining. I decide I'll call her later and ask for advice.

But even then… I could still feel it. His gaze. Heavy. Persistent. Like it refused to let me go. “Are you okay?” I flinched slightly at the voice. My sister. Of course. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment, her eyes soft but searching. “You’ve been distant,” she said gently. “I’m just tired.” That excuse again. It was becoming too easy. She didn’t look convinced. But she didn’t push. Instead, her hand brushed lightly against mine.