Euphoria Rue Sister Novels & Stories

Debby and Rosie leaned closer together, whispering. Cassie, having reclaimed her throne, nodded to Justin. “Your turn.” Justin didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward and sent the bottle into a furious spin. It whirled, a dizzying green vortex, before slowing and landing with a definitive clink. It pointed at Rue. Rue, a petite girl with fiery red hair and a constellation of freckles across her nose, blinked. She had a reputation for being sharp-tongued and fiercely private. “Okay,” she said, clearing her throat. “Truth.”

Looked at her sister one more time — at the strong jaw and the tired eyes and the woman who had been through more in the last six weeks than most people went through in a lifetime and was still, fundamentally, completely Anna. "I love you," she said. She didn't say it often. Neither of them did. It was a Sabalenka thing — love expressed through showing up rather than saying, through presence rather than declaration. Anna looked at her. "I love you too," she said. "You absolute disaster of a sister." Irina walked out smiling. They left the hospital at midnight. The three of them in Curtis's car, Atlanta doing its deep night thing outside, quiet and amber and indifferent. Nobody spoke for a wh

There was no answer. I turned to look at the first girl I saw, "hey have you seen my sister- Sarah anywhere?" I wondered, knowing that I didn't know who she was so there was a high chance she didn't know who I was. "She's still getting her makeup done over there." She pointed at a group of women and I realised they were trying to work on her hair and face at the same time. "Thank you," I smiled at her and went to meet my sister. "Sarah," I stood in front of her, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand what the definition of a small wedding is." I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time.

The moment she said that, Caelus was unable to remain calm any longer and was on the verge of rushing up the stage. With all the cameras on them, Luna could only hold onto him tightly and murmur, “Calm down, Caelus! There is media here. We’ll think of something in private!” The crowd gasped, then followed Ruth’s statement with thunderous applause. Ruth signaled for silence by raising her hands. “As everyone is aware, Ventworth Ravine was once the home of my younger sister. Although she was able to find her great father and become a daughter of a wealthy family, she hasn’t forgotten to give back to her hometown, so I was very touched!

Nathan lifts my chin with his finger, making me meet his eyes. "You are stunning, you know that, right?" He mutters. My cheeks flush. Before I can speak, my phone buzzes in my hand. I open it, expecting a text, but instead, it is a notification that my sister has tagged me in an Iñstagram post. A line appears between my brows. It is odd for my sister to tag me in a post. She has never done that before. “ I am sorry,” I mumble to Nathan. I open my sister's post. My heart misses a beat. It is a recent photo dump of her and Aiden, who is wearing the same clothes from before he ditched me.

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

“I told you before, I want to look out for her. She’s my girlfriend’s sister practically. Look we’re nearly at the front of the que. We need to decide what film we’re buying tickets for.” Tyler was staring at Ryan, his face set in an expression of thought. “Wait…wait a minute. Do you like her?” “Don’t be stupid.” Tyler began to laugh. “Oh my god! You do! You’ve got Savannah Miller and you fancy the weirdo from out of town?!” Ryan almost lunged at Tyler. “Don’t call her that.” Tyler continued to laugh. “Damn bro. That’s funny. I give you, she’s pretty hot since this make over but damn. This is going to be even more fun now.”

Wouldn’t that make her a genius to be able to learn just by watching videos? “Selene, isn’t that your youngest sister? What’s her name again?” Her batch mate asked. “Yes. Her name is Dawn.” She answered, but her voice sounded like it was from afar. She was transfixed as she watched and listened to the enchanting performance. She has been traveling outside of the country since becoming a Professional Photographer. Performances like these are nothing new to her. But to watch her own youngest sister shine like this, it was simply mind blowing. When the song ended, the priest said the last words to end the mass and the choir sang the hymn they practiced.

My brother Roven suddenly come striding on my doorway and upon seeing me he started to burst crying. ‘So dramatic isn’t it?’ I said on my mind rolling my eyes. “What now? Don’t act like that I just going to church.” I said trying to act annoyed as he run towards me and hugs me tightly as if he doesn’t want me to go. I start to act as if I am suffocating with matching coughing. “Our little sister is finally a young lady. I still don’t want to let you go. Don’t go Riri.” My brother Roven said.