Don T Call Me Sister Novels & Stories

“Nat, I called you countless times; would you mind telling me why every single one of my calls went straight to voicemail and how come you knew Mother was going to Liam's school to pick him up and you didn't even think to tell me?” My sister straightened up the moment she heard my voice. She turned to me, trying so damned hard to act like she had no idea what I was talking about. “Oh, my God, you called?” She squeaked, standing to her feet as I approached. She glanced around. “I don't even know where my phone has been. Though it's on Do Not Disturb, maybe that's why I missed your call. I really don't know where it is.” My sister was a very bad liar.

Even Delano, who usually couldn’t resist jumping in, stayed quiet. I leaned back in my chair, set my mug down carefully, and gave my sister the only thing I could give her without splitting open. “This project really is hectic,” I said. My voice was neat. My face was too. Fiona gave a short laugh. “Wow.” “Fio—” “Don’t.” She flicked one hand through the air. “Don’t sell that like everyone at this table is stupid.” I clenched my jaw a little, holding something back before it spilled out.

The crack of my palm against her cheek echoed through the hall. "I am no longer the girl who cleans your messes, Maria," I whispered, leaning into her terrified face. "I am the woman who owns the debt on your paycheck. If you speak to me again without being spoken to, I’ll make sure you’re blacklisted from every estate in the city. Now, get out of my sight." Maria scrambled away, sobbing in terror. I didn't feel bad. I felt... clean. "Veronica? Is that you?" I turned to see Meredith Hudson standing at the top of the stairs. She was wrapped in a silk robe, her face pale and drawn, looking every bit the aging queen of a dying kingdom. She gripped the banister, her eyes wide as she took in my t

the newcomer muttered while trailing the women with her intimidating gaze. While everyone cowered in the sight of the newcomer, Kamilla was rather obvious about her bewilderment. The woman bears a familiar name but an unfamiliar face "Who are you?" Kamilla narrowed her gaze, distrustful of the woman. "You are a stupid girl. Do you not know Miss Kara Stepanov? She is Doctor Lia Wright's older sister," said the woman next to her, slapping her arm in irritation. Though Kamilla was relieved of her bafflement, the way she was violently smacked prompted her brow to furiously arch.

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

Now that she had finally picked up the call, she vented all her anger at her brother. “I don’t care whether you starve to death. If you didn’t get into that shit, I wouldn’t have been suffering like this. So stop calling me if you won’t reflect on yourself.” Another hiss left her lips and she raked her hands through her hair in frustration. “What? Did you just insult your sister?” The way she gripped the seatbelt tells me she was going to bust and that was exactly what happened. “I am no longer your sister! Forget you know any woman with the name Lily Beckham. If you call me again, I will kill you!” I covered my left ear with my palms.

After I gave myself the last dose of painkiller, I stood outside the hotel all afternoon in the vintage couture gown Lucian had chosen for me himself. The black Bentley motorcade that was supposed to come for the bride never arrived. What I heard instead was the chatter of people passing by. "Did you hear? The youngest Don in New York is getting married. He and the bride have been together ten years." That stopped me, because Lucian and I had only been together seven. "They say he bought a blue diamond, the only one of its kind in the world, just to set it in her ring. He's proposing at the church today." The moment I pushed open the church doors, Lucian looked straight at me. "Cassie, I kne

how have you been I'm being in hell you dumb fellow let me come out I will poke your face and eat your flesh strange voice : I never thought I will meet one more dumb fellow both brother and sister duo is dumb me : you fool how dare you to call me and my sister dumb you dumb, your mom dumb, your dad dumb, your grandpa dumb, your grandma dumb whole family dumb dare to call my sister and me as dumb I will slit your skin and feed to my co birds remember you nasty guy strange voice : god it's better if you shut your mouth me : where is my sister what you did to her

"Cynthia was our real sister! You're the fake!" The entitled look of arrogance on Sarah's face instantly froze. Joseph trembled as he picked up the reports from the floor, reading them over and over again. "No... That's impossible..." he muttered, shaking all over. "The sister we lost... The real sister we searched for over ten years..." Thomas' voice was terribly hoarse. "It was never Sarah." He pointed in the direction where my spirit floated. For a moment, I thought he could see me. "It was Cynthia."

Do I have to die? [Mitchell, am I never going home again?] Mitchell's hands trembled violently, his face drained of all color. His shoulders shook as he finally broke down, his cries echoing through the room. "Nora… What the hell did I do? What have I done to my sister?" - On his way to the hospital, Mitchell received a call from a friend.