Big Time Rush Sister Novels & Stories

For three years, Eleanor Newton believed she had found her happily ever after. When she rejected an arranged mating and abandoned her powerful birthright, she did it for love. She chose Alpha Owen Belmont over the future her family had planned for her. She believed love would be enough. She was wrong. As Luna of the Belmont Pack, Eleanor slowly finds herself becoming an outsider in her own marriage. Everywhere she turns stands Susana Howell—Owen's lifelong female best friend. Susana attends private meetings. Susana accompanies them on trips. Susana has access to Owen at all hours. Susana always seems to come first. Every time Eleanor voices her concerns, she is made to feel unreasonable. But unknown to Eleanor, Owen's devotion to Susana stems Years ago, Susana's mother died protecting him during a rogue attack. The guilt never left him. Since that day, Owen has dedicated himself to protecting Susana, believing it is a debt he can never repay. What begins as loyalty slowly evolves into a toxic dependency that neither Owen nor Susana is willing to acknowledge. Over the years, Eleanor becomes trapped in a marriage where she is constantly competing with a ghost and a promise. Then everything changes. After years of humiliation, she catches Owen and Susana in a compromising situation that destroys the last remnants of trust between them. For the first time, Eleanor stops fighting for her marriage. Instead, she walks away. She returns to the powerful family she once abandoned and accepts the arranged mating she fled years ago. On the night Eleanor had fled her ancestral home to escape the arranged mating, Thaneus Del Caspian, Alpha of the feared Del Caspian pack, had watched her with inscrutable eyes. "Ellie," he had promised, his voice low and dangerous, "someday you'll return to my side willingly."

When the college admission notice arrived, I suddenly developed a high fever and was bedridden. My sister encountered a kidnapping on her way to help me collect the notice, and her life was uncertain. My parents hated me deeply. After tearing up my admission notice, they forced me to give up my studies and work in a factory. Later, I experienced a kidnapping as well. After narrowly escaping, I hid in an abandoned factory and sent them a message for help. My dad called me and shouted at me without restraint, “Lena, are you even human? How could you play such a joke on us on Jessica's memorial day!” “Do you have any idea how much your mom and I wished it had been you who died back then?” In my last moments before death, their insults echoed in my ears. I was tortured and killed, turned into a monster, and my body was thrown into a stinking ditch for three full days. Even my father, the most experienced forensic expert, couldn’t recognize me. When my sister returned home with the guy she eloped with years ago, my dad had just restored my appearance through technology. They knelt before my decaying corpse and cried until they fainted.

The tenth time one of my paintings appeared under my sister Rose's name, I handed Adrian the divorce papers. He raised an eyebrow and tossed the agreement aside without a second glance. "Don't be dramatic. Your hand is ruined -- where would you even go without me?" I said nothing. He smiled, his tone dripping with casual indifference. "You should be grateful. Rose was the one I was supposed to marry. A few paintings is a small price to pay. A little gratitude wouldn't kill you." He blew a ring of cigarette smoke directly into my face. I choked, and the sting brought tears to my eyes. Through the blur, I was transported back to the moment my tendons were severed for his sake -- a pain that had drilled straight to the bone. He thought I had no choice but to take it. What he didn't know was that I'd already accepted an offer from the Royal Academy of Arts in London. Soon, I would be free of him for good.

"Lisa?" I croaked, barely able to form words, my voice hoarse and weak. My heart had leapt at the sight of her, a moment of hope flickering through the haze of fear. "What's going on? Why... why are you here?" But the look in her eyes, the cold amusement that twisted her lips into a smirk, had stopped me short. It wasn’t concern. “Why am I here?” she had repeated, laughing softly, as if the very question was absurd. “Oh, Anna, sweet, naive Anna. You still don’t get it, do you?” I had stared, my mind unable to keep up, still too clouded with hunger and exhaustion. “What... what are you talking about?” And then, her voice had changed, hardened. “I’m the reason for all of this. The reason your father’s company collapsed, the reason your family is dead, the reason Josh betrayed you. Me.” After discovering that her best friend, Lisa, isn't the person she thought she was and is the reason for most of the disasters in her life, Anna dies, only to wake up five years in the past. With a second chance, Anna is determined to protect her loved ones and take revenge for the pain Lisa caused.

My sister-in-law, Esmerelda Black, hates that her mother, Ruth Jennings, favors me. To make things worse, she has the ability to hear Ruth's thoughts. And she uses that gift against me. When I tell Ruth to have more vegetables to stay healthy, Esmerelda says, "Clara is such a cheapskate not to buy you meat. She doesn't ask her own mom to eat more vegetables." When I encourage Ruth to exercise more to build strength, she says, "Mom, you're already old. You should be taking it easy. Clara wants you to work yourself to death." Slowly, Ruth grows to hate me. In the end, Esmerelda acquires the family business, seizes the fortune, and trafficks me to North Maldia to die. However, when I open my eyes again, I have her gift too—I can also hear Ruth's thoughts.

Monique** I was raised to hate everything Radek stands for. He's the Moonvale Alpha's son, our sworn enemy. Arrogant, smug, always too calm. But somehow, he's always there around me. I was forced to believe it was just fate playing a trick on me, except there was one thing I didn't see coming. Radek** Winning Monique over was never supposed to be easy. Her fire, her hatred, the walls we were forced to build against each other. Everyone knew the daughter of the Ravenmont alpha was a no go area but I couldn't afford to stay away from the one my wolf calls. I knew what I was up against and I had a plan. I just wasn't sure what would come next. **** Two different lives made to live against each other, until the tides change. Less games and more plans, one show to turn it all around.

TRIGGER WARNING!!! YOUR MORALS WILL NOT SURVIVE THIS BOOK!!! This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manip-ulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways. Be guided. *** Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed. He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared. After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters. She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him. But the past never forgets. Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door. Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously re-placed. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her. Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail. No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER. Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his. How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most ter-rifying way? A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his? HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have. *** If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.

My mom, who works as a lawyer, decides to take me to court just because I refuse to donate my platelets to my younger sister, Lindsey Finch. I explained to her that I have a blood clotting disorder, and having an extremely low platelet count would put my life at risk. But she screamed at me through tears: “Can’t you just stop pretending? Do you really have to let your sister die? How could I have raised such an ungrateful wretch?” I lost the case, and my platelets were forcibly taken. I suffered a massive hemorrhage and died a miserable death alone in a deserted corner.

“I hate you…” my words, intended as a curse came out as a filthy moan as he plunged into me so hard that I saw stars. “I don't, Dani. Because you're mine!...” he murmured hotly against my skin. “Your every breath” “Every moan” “Every tears” “Every. Single. Inch. of your Body” he spelled, each word following a deeper thrust as he claimed me over and over yet over again. * After being rejected twice by her first two mates, Danica made a vow to herself never to let herself go through another similar humiliation. Not even when she finds out that the Alpha was her third chance mate. She had no believe in the mate bond and she only took the Alpha's kindness towards her as another approach to the humiliation he planned to make her face so she never planned on admitting to being his mate. But Alpha Alexander wasn't one to give up on what he wants and right now, it could be either Danica Grayson or Danica Grayson. Will Danica give in to the relentless Alpha eventually? Or will she take her little secret to her grave? Was there a chance that she finds the love she'd always wanted or was there a chance that she'll be rejected a third time?

For five years, Gideon—my brother's Beta—and I had a secret. We were supposed to announce our mating at the pack's Winter Solstice festival. Instead, he breathed hot against my ear. "Babe, we've been sleeping together for five years. I'm bored with you. Find someone else for the marking ceremony, alright?" I didn't cry. I just gave a calm, simple nod. "Alright." Only because in my last life, I had begged him through tears to complete the bond. After he finally marked me, he grew cold. He never again woke me by rubbing his stubbled chin against my forehead. Even when we made love, he kept his eyes shut, as if he were with someone else, just using my body. When I was in agony giving birth to our pup, fighting for my life, he left me. He was going to comfort his savior, Aveline. The old wound she suffered saving him had relapsed, sending her into a mental spiral. In that moment, I finally understood. A mark I had to beg for was nothing but a curse, a wound that would never heal. This time, I pulled away with a smile, removing his hand from my waist. "You're right. I'm tired of it, too. We're done."