Estranged Sister Novels & Stories

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

"You were reclaimed because you're ours." Lucien closed his eyes briefly. Elias looked exhausted. And for the first time, the word ours didn't sound like family. It sounded possessive. Dangerous. Like a claim I hadn't agreed to. I opened the door. "I'm not anyone's," I said, my voice steady. Then I walked out. Behind me, the rules had shattered. I wasn't their sister, not by blood, not by law, not by any bond I couldn't break if I wanted to.

“That sister-in-law of yours is trouble. Stay away from her.” I smiled faintly and thanked her. However, I did not expect that things were far from over. A few days later, after work, I ran into someone familiar in the parking garage. It was Wendy. She grabbed my wrist tightly and lowered her voice. “I have thought it through. I forgive your past behavior. Come home. I will handle Mom. Stop being so stubborn.” I almost laughed. Then, I looked at her coldly. “When did I ever say I was going back? I only hope you disappear from my life forever.”

Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.” “Like hell you’re taking our sister away! I don’t care who you think you are, but she isn’t going anywhere with the likes of you!” Roman looked down on her with benign amusement and said, “She is my mate, and she will come back with me. You will not stop us just because you’re her sister.” Evelyn reared again, ready to drive her point home, when the look of surprise spread across her face, as she felt her father’s hand come down upon her shoulder. “Evie…” he said, “Your sister has found her mate. We should all be happy for this moment that she’s waited so long for.

She didn't just win clients — she locked them in. She has a younger sister, Mireille, from whom she has been estranged for approximately three years. No public explanation. The silence around it is too complete to be accidental — not a single mention in any interview, not a single photograph of them together in the last three years, not even a whisper from the gossip columns that usually feast on family drama among the wealthy. The estrangement was clearly deliberate, clearly managed, clearly something Celeste has chosen not to discuss.

"Ever since she came back, he's been... different. She has this hold on him, this toxic grip that he can't seem to break free from." Natalie. My estranged sister. The mere mention of her name sent a shiver down my spine. We hadn't spoken in years, not since she chose a path that led her away from family and into a world of chaos and manipulation. And now, she was back, entwined in Noah's life like a poisonous vine, squeezing the life out of him with every passing minute. "I knew she was trouble," I muttered, anger and helplessness warring within me. "But I never thought she'd go this far."

It kept speaking. “He left after arguing. I cried all night. I will raise the second child alone. No one must know.” Olivia put the book down and covered her face. Jessica. Her enemy. Her rival. The woman who hated her. The woman whose soul tried to devour Ethan. The Widow’s chosen host. Her sister. A sister none of them knew existed. Her blood. Her flesh. Her mirror. She whispered it out loud because silence made it worse, “She’s my sister.” The words felt wrong in her mouth. Sharp. Poisonous.

“Sister, I called her. She stared at me surprisingly. I loved you. “Don't call me your sister. I am never a sister to a bitch. She cried out, stay away from me. You took everything away from me. “I never did. We are family and I love you, sister. I said. “We loved you. Father finally broke his silence. I never hate you. I love you, as well as your sister, and about Aiden, he is never yours. He is not your mate, and you can never force him to love you, or claim you. Only your mate can claim and mark you. Aiden Mark on you will lead to your death since he is not your fated one. I don't want you to feel hostility toward your sister because of this, please. I am begging you, daughter.