Estranged Sister Novels & Stories

‎“ F*ck.“ She cursed. ‎Then there were her siblings as well. Estelle had a total of eight siblings which were once twelve in number. Although she wasn't particularly close with most of them, they were still her siblings whom she grew up with regardless. ‎However there was one she missed a lot. ‎" Hestia." Estelle mumbled with longing and worry. Her half sister and her best friend who had been there for her through thick and thin. Her father sent her on a mission to Silon; The northern region 3 days before her betrayal. ‎' Probably to increase their chances of getting rid of me.' Since Hestia stuck to her like a glue, the first thing they had to do in order to successfully get rid of Estelle

Lucas’s POV As I finish up everything at the Gerald residence, I give my sister a hug, and her estranged husband, because yeah, I’m calling him that. Not only is he strange, but she’s still moving forward with the separation… which is honestly kind of funny to me. But I don’t think that divorce is happening.

But he went in anyway. Inside, a single light bulb hung from the ceiling. Someone stood in the shadows. "Hello Nickey." A woman stepped into the light. Mid thirties. Dark hair. Familiar somehow. "Do I know you?" he asked. "No. But I know you. I'm Sarah. Trina's sister." Nickey stared. "Trina doesn't have a sister." "She does. She just never told you about me. We've been estranged for years." "Why?" "Because she stole everything from me. My inheritance. My reputation. Even my husband."

“What other kind—never mind. Yes, a real sister. Half-sister. Technically. We have the same mother.” “Why have you never mentioned her before?” He hesitated. “She lives overseas. We weren’t close after Mom died. We fell out… over family stuff. I didn’t think she’d want to see me again. But she’s in town. And she asked to meet you.” I blinked again. “Me?” He nodded. “She wants to know the woman who, quote, ‘cracked the fortress of my brother’s emotionally bankrupt soul like a walnut.’ Her words.” “…Okay, I love her already.”

The man said as they were blocked by Chris and some men. Dest hurried up while her men protected her to run there. I took another way through the walls, She opened a room door. Then walked out with Elene " I can't believe you Dest... What have you done?" " All for you sissy." She said as she took her sister's hand and tried to escape " DESTINY." I called her She turned back to me and said, " Go away." " I can't believe I treated a traitor as my sister." " You are all traitors! It's not my fault... You started your games before I start."

Her voice lost its sweetness, turning brittle and cold. I leaned forward, placing my hands flat on the glass table between us. My bare fingers were splayed out against the reflective surface, every detail magnified by the glass. "You are my sister, Delia. That’s a biological fact I can’t change. But if you want to treat me like a stranger, be my guest. Just don't expect me to play the role of the long-lost relative when you get bored of your new toys or when the Windsor name starts to feel too heavy for you to carry."

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

Isabella’s return changed everything. Aria couldn’t stop replaying her sister’s warning in her head. The sharp, urgent tone. The certainty in her voice. “He’s dangerous. He’s been waiting years to destroy our family.” Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Isabella’s face — older, harder, but still the same sister who had disappeared when everything fell apart. The sister who had been deeper in the Sterling scandal than their father ever admitted.

Before I could respond, Nate cut in, "She and her kid didn't have anywhere to go. I felt bad for them and let them stay for a while." Felt bad? Once, he used to say we were distant relatives. Now, we were homeless charity cases. I thought I was numb to all his excuses by now. But somehow, every one still managed to stab a little deeper. And then— "Hello, Uncle Nate." My daughter's voice rang out, polite and clear. Hearing her call him "Uncle," Nate froze. "What… what did she just call me?"