Estranged Sister Novels & Stories

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

She had spent her life searching for her true family, driven by a deep-rooted desire for revenge against the man who had abandoned her. With her striking resemblance to Adrian, it was hard to deny the truth of her claims. As she delved into their family history and shared intimate details only a true sibling would know, doubts began to seep into our minds. Could this woman truly be Adrian's sister? Elena's arrival sent shockwaves through our relationship. Adrian was torn between his loyalty to me and his desire to connect with his newfound sister. The weight of his family's secrets and the guilt of his father's actions threatened to consume him.

“I thought you would be more happy to hear your sister’s voice. I guess I was wrong.” “Kate,” Charlotte breathed, whispering her sister’s name because she didn’t know what else to say. Her sister, who she had been estranged from for years, because of what she had done with Matt, was calling her. “How are you?” Kate asked. Charlotte didn’t say anything. Their separation had not been pretty. Kate had cursed her after she found out what happened and asked her never to talk to her again. The family had sided with her and that had been the last time she had seen them before they left the country for good.

“Wait—Paula Rubio? As in Zane’s… what? Sister? Wife? Cousin? Aunt? What the hell are they to each other?” Cole cleared his throat. “From our findings, they’re estranged siblings.” Roman’s jaw flexed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” My pulse thundered in my ears. “Zane has a sister?” Cole confirmed it, and the sound of it—sister—sent a sharp chill crawling down my spine.

It is Celestine Hawthorne—Everett's estranged, highly dangerous sister who was exiled from the Hawthorne Pack five years ago. "Hello, brother," Celestine purrs, her voice sounding like grinding stone as she levels the crossbow directly at Everett's chest. "I see you've taken a weak border stray into our mother's chambers. Did you really think you could give away the Hawthorne bloodline without paying the debt you owe the High Council?" Everett steps forward, his wolf roaring so loud the glass fragments on the floor vibrate, his claws extending from his knuckles. "Step out of my residence, Celestine, or I will tear your throat from your neck!"

Estrid enters in the room, her eyes wide as she watches Nina carefully. “Impeccable timing sister, which would be the first this evening!” I growl out, taking a seat at my desk. “Estrid, where were you?” Nina tries to adopt a calmer, more controlled version of herself to my sister but it falls flat. “I was on the borders, is everything alright?” Estrid’s eyes flicker between the two of us. “No, nothing is alright. Your brother here seems to have formed an attachment to a weak…” “Stop calling her weak.” I slam a clenched fist down in my desk.

“Then she will have to be removed.” Clara’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp. The hedge rustled faintly, betraying her presence. “Did you hear that?” Elianna demanded. Clara fled silently through the opposite path, her heart pounding like a drum. She did not stop until she reached her chamber, bolting the door behind her. She pressed her back against the wood, trembling. Removed. The word echoed in her ears. Her own sister was planning her destruction. Adrian’s Doubts

When she looked up at me again, her eyes were red and shiny, grief rolling off her in waves. “I'm so sorry. It's like I don't even know her anymore. We've spent so many goddamn years apart and I've shut everyone out for so long that I don't even know who I am anymore. Who I'm meant to be. I once thought this feud was simple. Black and white with no colours. The Stravkos and Williams family hated each other. That was all there was to it. But this...my own sister involved in or even possibly masterminding the kidnapping of a little boy? That's taking things too far, even with an enemy. It's too — ” she broke off, shaking her head again, her face scrunched up in worry.

She could define me so accurately despite just knowing me for a week. “A sister like me? Where is she now?” “She passed, a few years ago.” “That’s bad… Sorry sister Ester,” I said to her, sympathetically. I have a really mean sister who doesn't like to be seen around me, but the last thing I want is for her to die. “It's fine. It was a years ago.” “If I may ask, how did it happen?” “A fire accident, I survived but she didn't,” She raised her gown a little reveal her thighs which had fading scars of burns.

Couldn’t stop my treacherous body from remembering how it felt to have Hunter’s hands on me, his weight pressing me into the couch, his voice rough with desire in my ear. I’d wanted him for so long. Loved him from a distance for years. And now that I knew what it was like to be touched by him, to be wanted by him… how was I supposed to go back? How was I supposed to pretend it never happened? I had to. A fresh wave of tears came, hot and bitter. I wasn’t just Helena’s sister anymore. I was the other woman. The cliché. The betrayer. Hunter was married. To my sister. There were no circumstances, no justifications, no explanations that could make what we’d done okay.