Billie Eilish Little Sister Novels & Stories

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.]

Elsie yells, pointing a long, sharp nail in my direction. “Little sis..” I start, desperate to understand why Elsie is acting this way, desperate to get her back to the sweet girl I still hung out with yesterday. “I’m not your fucking sister, bitch! I wouldn’t want a weak, barren old haggard like you as a sister.” Elsie spews, smirking wickedly at the stunned expression on my face. “Els-”

“Yes, I just wanted to talk about tonight” Oh? That's strange Bri stirs beside me. “What’s her name?” My phone nearly slips from my hands at the sound of Bri’s sleepy voice. Gia’s eyes widen, “Who’s that?” I sigh in defeat, there's no point hiding it now. I tilt the phone slightly revealing a tucked in Brianna. “My little sister,” I say. “Bri.” Bri waves sleepily. “Hi.” Gia’s expression softens instantly. “I didn't know you had a sister. Hi Bri. You’re beautiful.” She says in the same breath.

I took my phone out of my pants pocket. Seeing the caller's name I Smiled before picking it up. " Hello Little Sister, Are you missing me already? " " Who's missing you! " She snapped. " Oh, hold it there little sis, we aren't on the battleground alright? So chill. " " Who's your little sis, ah? " " You of course, as far as I can remember mom only gave birth to me and you or don't tell me you aren't my sister but a replica? "

She runs toward me and I catch her in my embrace, inhaling her rose-scented hair. Milly, my younger sister is singing one of my mother`s all-time favorites: What can wash away my sins hymnal. “Look at you, all puffed up, Liz.” She says eyeing me from head to toe. “Damn, give me a 360-degree turn, Lisa.” Good God. She already suspects something is off. These are the perks of having a nosy sister, what can I say? “What?” I take a stool at the island and pour myself a mango juice.

“Our family is about to get bigger, and that’s always an adventure. Daddy and I… well, that is to say: You’re going to be a big sister!” The pup’s tiny face falls, scrunching up into an indignant pout, “What?” “Mommy is going to have a baby.” I explain gently. “In a few months you’ll have a little sister.” “Or brother.” Selene corrects me in exasperation, swatting at my arm. Catching her little hand and tugging her under my arm, I turn my attention back to our daughter. “A little sister or brother.” Lila thinks about this for a long moment, looking back and forth between our expectant faces before deciding. “No, tank you.”

Months flew by, and our beautiful daughter arrived, lighting up our lives. Ethan, my brave fighter, who never flinched in the face of battle, then cradled our baby, his hands shaking with a new kind of fear. "She's so delicate, I'm afraid to hold her too tightly," he said as he chuckled. Her three big brothers huddled around the crib, eyes wide with wonder. "She's so tiny," they marveled. "We've got to look out for her!" "If anyone messes with her, they'll answer to us!" they declared with fierce loyalty.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

Zara gulped fearfully and adjusted her glasses. “Darling, I'm not in the mood to exchange words with you,” I said and she laughed. “You are getting so bold these days. It seems like your sister isn’t doing enough damage, eh?” She said, stopping low to my ears. I knew she wanted those words to hit home. And honestly they did, it hurt like h.ell to have mention my sister. “Or maybe she is just pained that you have a legendary Bugatti at your whims,” Iris said and I scoffed.

Elena said excitedly making Vanessa to nervously smile at her. "Hi! I'm Elena Gomez younger sister of this idiot beside me." she introduced herself to Vanessa and rolled her eyes at Tomás making him to sigh at his younger sister's behaviour. She always stays excited while if she gets angry she becomes fierce as hell. "H-h-hello I'm Vanessa L-lynn Gorbachev." Vanessa introduced herself making the brothers' anger to reach at its peak knowing she still introduced herself with her old name so Emiliano immediately came forward. "Correction, Vanessa Lynn Fernandez." Emiliano said to Elena and then tilted his head towards Vanessa.