Estranged Sister Novels & Stories

my father said, and I wanted to kick him, "have either of you heard from her?" "No," I said. My mother frowned. "She hasn't called? Not even to check in?" "No." "Well that's just—she must be so embarrassed. After everything that happened. The poor thing." Poor thing. My sister abandoned her wedding and left me to clean up the mess and she was the poor thing. "I'm sure she had her reasons," Richard Sterling said. He had the same gray eyes as Damon. The same cold expression. "Though running away from one's commitments is rather cowardly."

I added, narrowing my eyes at her. “You're so arrogant now! Just because you married a wealthy older man, you think you can act like this,” she accused me, bitterness evident in her tone. “I don’t know who you are. Ms. Kim!” I called to my secretary. “Call security and have this woman removed. I have no sister, and that’s one of the reasons I suffered so much in the past,” I said firmly, locking eyes with my estranged sister. “Those who rejected me in the past don’t deserve a place in my life.”

“Yeah, I can tell he's a good friend to you. I'm sure he has never done anything to go against your friendship.” “Nah, he has never. We are literally like brothers.” “I'm jealous of your relationship. You have a brother you never had.” She said, a tight smile on her face. “Yeah, I'm guessing it's the same with you and your sister.” She heaved a deep sigh and shook her head a bit. “I wish it was. It was, but somehow, my parents made us estranged. Elizabeth and I used to be very close, inseparable, but now it's like we're just trying to stand each other.” I could feel the hurt in her words and my heart felt this painful tug.

I fumble with the words. Joseph flinches again, this time, like I poked him with a needle. " You tell me, Lily. I dated your sister, do you think I can settle for Precious afterwards?" I bite my lip. "I wouldn't know." "Let me help you out," he says, " the answer is no." I knock on Esther's door three times before pushing it open. Esther's slender form is tangled with her duvet, her feet her on her pillows and earphones are jammed in her eyes.

Suddenly black ink stained the white screen. "Call your aunt," I read aloud, confused. Aunt Ciara? The ink faded and reappeared. "Your father's sister," I said quietly to myself. Why would I call my dad's estranged sister? I have never even met her. She ran away from home to London, when she was young and never came back. How exactly was I supposed to call someone who's number I didn't even have. I didn't even know her name. "Are you alright," Frost asked, gripping my shoulder.

Her sister had a healthy body, while she was like a broken leaf on a branch. Ernesta went inside and ran upstairs to find her sister. It was different from the novel, where the older sister was jealous of the younger one because she liked Ralph. She had Ernesta's memories, and she knew that she really loved Fiona, her only family. She thought that even though they'd been separated since they were kids, they had the same blood and were closer than anyone else in the world. Even when she found out her sister was too sick to go to school with her anymore, Ernesta was so sad she couldn't sleep for a week.

‎“ 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

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."

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."

"Mia, this is Esther, my little sister." The information hit me like an avalanche. The woman in front of me wasn’t a secret lover or anything else my mind had imagined in a whirlwind of jealousy. She was Ethan’s sister. And from the way she looked at me, it was clear she didn’t know about Ethan’s child. In fact, no one seemed to know. She should obviously be a wolf too. Esther’s expression softened a little, but the judgment in her eyes didn’t completely disappear. "You must be very special to my little brother if he brought you here," she said, her voice tinged with irony. "My brother doesn’t usually get involved with anyone... let’s just say, emotionally, so be careful, girl."