Elder Sister Like One Novels & Stories

she ordered. Oscar finally spoke up. "There is no resemblance between the girls, Elise. Even the blind cannot be deceived. And we would get into bigger trouble if we were caught." In anger, Elise stumped her feet hard on the floor and gnashed her teeth. "That bastard..." she cussed. "Who does she even look like?" she growled. "I told you several times that she took after my dear, awesome grandmother. She is her replica," Oscar growled at Elise.

Even as an outsider, she must have noticed that Nathan wasn't exactly eager to marry me. I walked barefoot to the window and drew the curtains. "No, you heard correctly." "Nathan and I broke up." "I've left Brookshire and returned to Eastbrook." "I'm the one marrying Davis Henderson." The other end went silent for a long while. Finally, Linda spoke hesitantly: "This Davis Henderson, is he the same one we were talking about..." "Yes, the same person." I answered before she could finish. It really is a small world. Smaller than you'd think.

No one asks me what I want for my birthday. Elena gasps, eyes shining. “I want a doll !” She talks so fast she might as well need subtitles. “ The one I saw on the shelf at Target, the one you said you’d get me! It has long blonde hair, really long legs, and it’s dressed like a superhero ! It’s the coolest doll ever! ” I open my mouth, ready to suggest my own birthday gift. I want a small sports car, the kind that makes sounds and has blinking lights. But before I can get the words out, Elena is already taking a breath.

This bold and grouchy man is none other than his grandfather, Ephraim Eldings. Oh boy. I didn't expect to meet him so soon. He looks like his thirties, but he's over five centuries old. Then I glance at the beautiful woman with brunette hair neatly braided on the side, standing beside him. Her aura is the same level as Elder Eldings, but instead of that intimidating energy, she has that gentle look, and the way she presents herself tells me she is Ingrid Eldings, his mate. Elder Eldings peek his attention at us and stop. "Elder Bisera," he bows as Bibi responds. "Aren't you going the wrong way to the meeting hall?"

Levi, sharp-eyed, noticed it. “Then there’s Lester,” Ethel went on. “He’s older. Kind of our… curator. He remembers the world before. He plans movie nights, finds books, makes sure we don’t just survive, but that we remember how to live. He has a sister, Lena, with him. She’s quiet, keeps to herself mostly, but she’s tough.” “Movie nights?” Levi whispered, the concept seeming as fantastical and distant as a trip to the moon.

Why did they acknowledge that she was the older daughter? Linda panicked and blurted out, “No, there must be a misunderstanding. We made a mistake and—” Raising her eyebrows, North smiled at Melinda before interrupting, “I’m sorry, Melinda. He wants to work with Estella’s daughter. Are you developing a habit of claiming things that belong to other people as your own? Mrs. Linda is standing next to you, and you are still attempting to claim someone else as your mother?” Melinda’s eyes widened. “I did not—”

I take a deep breath and then start to open the first few pages. Ester was the name of Valquíria's mother, I identify it as soon as my eyes come across her extremely neat handwriting. I carefully read every word said by the woman my mother had as a faithful sister, and I am increasingly surprised at how manipulative and unstable she was. The beginning showed us a seemingly normal teenager, but as she got older, she began to feel a deep hatred for her sister. "... Elisabeth is more and more unbearable, always showing herself to be so smart and determined, Dad and Mom are so proud that they don't realize how much this is all about getting attention..."

The sun was high when Elara entered the grand hall, where the elders were gathering for the much-anticipated meeting. The air was heavy with unspoken tension, and she could feel it prickling against her skin. Every elder present carried secrets, some small and others monumental, but all were hidden under layers of authority and tradition. Jessica was already seated beside her father, Elder Kaleb, who wore an expression as unreadable as stone.

Jonas asked, adjusting his glasses. Adam smiled. "Not yet, but soon. She's... incredible. Kind, grounded, and humble." One of the elder women, Elder Elise, muttered under her breath, just loud enough for those nearby to hear, "Let’s just hope she’s nothing like our current Luna." A few elders stifled their laughs behind wrinkled hands.

The girl bowed, “Lady Vastria, I have come to introduce myself. My name is Elcid. I will be taking over for my late brother.” “Your brother?” Vastria was confused and tried to think who her brother was, then it clicked. This girl was the sister of her demon butler, Eldrid. Vastria furrowed her brows saddened as she remembers what she had done to the demon butler. “I am so sorry for your brother, Elcid.”