Every September They Chose My Sister Novels & Stories

Silvia just took a wrong turn somewhere along the way. With a heart heavy with regret and a touch of blame, I walked away from her. The bond of sisterhood between us had faded long ago. … I could not bear to linger in that city, steeped in sorrow, any longer. I found a new job at a private hospital in a different city. There, the surroundings were nicer, the pay was better, and I finally carved out time to savor life, to fall in love, to reclaim the years I felt I had been owed.

At the front of the room, near the cracked lectern, two figures waited. My sister. And Rain. They stood a few feet apart, not quite united, not quite separate. My sister’s arms were folded. Rain held her phone loosely at her side, the screen glowing. “You came,” my sister said. Her voice echoed slightly in the empty hall. “You didn’t give me a choice.” Rain smiled. “There’s always a choice. You just keep making the wrong ones.” I stopped in the centre aisle, far enough that I could still run if I needed to. “What do you want?”

*** Dawn arrived with the cold, gray light of early morning creeping through the windows. The chambers were carved from ancient stone. High arched ceilings echoed with the faint murmurs of the pack elders gathered around the semi-circular dais. At the center sat Alpha Silas, Caleb's father, looking tired and stern. Beside him stood Elder Lucian, his face settled into a triumphant, predatory sneer. Standing near the public gallery was my sister Beatrice. Her arms were crossed over her jacket, her eyes flashing with cruel delight as Caleb and I walked down the aisle.

"Heidi, the night I left Mannorworth, I was in a daze and got into an accident. I lost both my legs. I read your picture book every day. Congratulations on your wedding. Everything I put you through—it all came back to me." I finished reading, then tapped delete and block. I felt no hatred nor any sense of vindication—for I had long moved on. … Clifton sat by the window in the care home, his phone screen frozen on the "message sent" page. The nurse placed his medication on the table. "Mr. Cooper, it's time to take your medicine." But he didn't move. The picture book on his lap was open to the last page. The little girl, holding her magnolia wood paintbrush, had walked out of the shadow. Spri

My online boyfriend had been my sister's nemesis. He and my sister had been desk mates in high school, always competing for the top spot in their grade. He ranked first, while she ranked second. They could barely stand each other, yet they both ended up attending the same university in our city. Every time my sister came home for a break, she spent days complaining to me about him. This time, she came home with her suitcase and an unusually bright smile on her face. Mom teased her. "How come you did not mention your favorite nemesis this time? You seem to be in such a good mood. Do you have something going on?" My sister laughed and handed Mom a gold necklace. "Here. Your future son‑

"This doesn't end here. You're both going to pay for what you did to Annie." I didn't look at them again. I went into the store and asked the staff to help me arrange Annie's burial. By the time Annie was buried, the sky had gone dark. I made a wish to the moon. "Moon Goddess, I wasn't a good owner. Please watch over Annie and give her a good family in her next life." Just then a message from my father came up on my phone. "The arranged mating is settled with the Phantom pack. The ceremony will be held in three days. It can't be changed." I answered without hesitating. "I won't change my mind."

"Nobody cares what I think, and nobody has ever really treated me like family. "I shifted later than everyone else, and you never once worried about my health. You were only ashamed of me." My mother's voice broke. "Are you giving us up? It was such a small thing. If you didn't like it, you could have told us!" I gave a faint smile, my tone final. "But I said I didn't like it many times. No one listened. "Mom, this is the last time I'll call you that. "From now on, let's be strangers." I hung up, and the heavy cloud that had hung over me for twenty years finally began to part.

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

When Mom gave birth to my baby sister, Jocelyn Hanson, she'd reserved an entire floor of the hospital. The next day, a young, handsome nurse named Mike Sutton kept watching her. He told Mom she needed to rest and insisted on taking Jocelyn next door to feed her. Back then, I didn't know any better, and Mom saw no reason to be suspicious. So she let him take Jocelyn. That same day, Mike vanished with Jocelyn. We never saw either of them again. Mom never forgave herself. She sank into a deep depression and eventually took her own life. Dad couldn't handle what had happened. He left me with Grandma, then took his own life too. Just like that, I lost everyone. I shut myself off from the wo

After my older sister died in a car accident, my family couldn’t bear to let her go. So they hired a medium to summon her soul back. And just like that, my sister’s soul moved into my body. At first, my family promised they would only let her stay for three years. After three years, they would wake me up again. But three years passed. Then another three. And the bronze comb that could wake me remained buried at the bottom of a box. It wasn’t until the seventh year that Mom finally cried as she tried to place the bronze comb into my hair. She wanted me to stay in this body permanently. But I smiled and refused. They had all forgotten what the medium once told them. There was a tim