Every September They Chose My Sister Novels & Stories

I’d shut my eyes, bracing for the pain… But it never came. Selene had jumped in front of me, shouting, arms wide, refusing to move until he backed down. They fought that night—loud and angry—but she never let him touch me. That was Selene. My big sister. My shield. But all of that died the night of the mate revelation ceremony. I would never forget the way she looked at me. Her swollen eyes. Her trembling hands. The disbelief. The hatred. I lost her that night. The sister I knew vanished in one heartbeat.

The man made a monster of himself. “How are you coping with everything? I’ve chosen Cole and he chose me, but I fail to remember you sometimes. Do you ever feel like I’m a terrible sister?” I asked, almost on the verge of tears. Isla was my only sister and all I did as a big sister was to drag her into my own hot mess. Isla nodded. “I chose you, Raine. Both of you.” She said, her voice breaking, giving me a small but firm smile.

I walked past Sarah’s desk, past the walls and the coffee machine with a sad face and wet eyes. Why can't I ever have anything? I whispered to myself. First it was Lucas and Selena now it's Valerian and Annabelle. There's always someone than me there's always someone that is better than me. I'm literally the sister they never choose. I reached my desk and started packing my bags, shoving my phone, wallet and all my belongings in it. Sarah called out "Sereia? What happened? What's wrong?" She asked looking concerned. I shook my head at her with a weak smile.

My younger brother and I were hit by the same truck. My liver ruptured. He walked away with a few scrapes. But our mother, the director of the hospital, signed my discharge papers without telling anyone, just so she could keep the best surgeons available for him. With the last of my strength, I called and begged her to save me. "How did I give birth to a selfish bad seed like you?" she snapped. "Will you only be happy when you've killed your brother?" In the end, I died, just as Mom wanted. But the mother who had never liked me went gray overnight.

and Wren decided, on the spot, that she did not want to be a poor girl. “I am here because for a month I have stood among you under a borrowed name, and you have been kind to me, and I cannot let you be kind to someone who doesn’t exist.” She turned her head. “And I am here for my sister. She was raised to be the one they chose, and they used her too. Whatever she did, she did because she was taught that love is something you win. I don’t hate her.” On the stage, Sera’s chin trembled. For the first time in her life, Wren thought, her sister looked exactly like what she was: someone who had been waiting a very long time to be told she could put something down.

"We agreed that the suite with the biggest walk-in closet is mine. I get to choose the furniture myself." I stood in the middle of the living room, wondering if I had heard wrong. She said it so naturally, as if moving into the Moretti estate was the most obvious thing in the world. Henry did not argue. He just smiled. "Your sister has no objections." "My sister loves me. She would never object." I stood there and felt something loosen in my throat. "What if I said I do object?" The room went quiet for two seconds. Nina froze. It was probably the first time I had ever refused her. Before she could speak, her eyes were already red.

This was so stupid. I had no right to be here. I had no right to want what I wanted. Maeve had made her choice. She had made it loud and clear and in front of everyone. She chose Rowan. She would always choose Rowan. And I was just the cousin who had been too late. The one who had picked the wrong sister. The one who had watched her slip away and did nothing to stop it.

When my parents divorced, they agreed that my sister and I would each live with one of them for a year, then switch. Every September, we traded houses. One daughter with Mom for the school year, the other with Dad. But every handoff turned into a fight over my younger sister, Quinn. "Quinn, come away with Mom for fall break." Dad frowned. "She's with me this year. Stop interfering." Mom's smile went thin. "Last year I had a business trip and left her with you for seventeen days. I want those days back." "It wasn't a full seventeen days. It was sixteen days and eight hours." Quinn sighed sweetly. "If only I could split myself in half." They argued for a long time, and in the end they

I read it aloud, and Isabella sank back into her chair as though her bones had melted, and she began to laugh and weep at the same time. "The fourth of March is my birthday, or the day the sisters chose for it, and a woman in a grey coat has lit a candle in that chapel on that date every year of my life," she said. "Your sister knew my mother, Scott, and I think that she has been trying to reach me through you for six years."

Before the deadline for college applications in the werewolf territories, everyone gathered around my twin sister to discuss where she should go. My older brother Damian, the Beta of our pack, pointed to Blackthorn Academy. “Of course you should choose Blackthorn. It’s my alma mater. Once you’re my junior, no one will dare bully you.” My boyfriend, Noah, pushed a Northstar Academy brochure toward her. “Don’t listen to your brother. Come to the capital with me. We can be classmates for another four years.” No one thought there was anything wrong with my boyfriend planning my sister’s future—not even Noah himself. My parents smiled in agreement. “With Noah and Damian looking after you, we won’