Every September They Chose My Sister Novels & Stories

Sister please Stop calling me your sister , stop calling me that , I am not and I will never be your sister that you know already done the moment that you decided to take the company away from me . You knew all this while , you knew all along that they were not going to let me have that company , I was supposed to have that company at 23 , but I was decided and they sent me away to work somewhere and get more expertise and for the good of our family company , I believe and I decided to take that .

“What does she mean, choose?” Before my lovely sister could answer, there was a tap on my shoulder. It was a guard. He smiled at me, looked me up and down, and pointed to her table. I turned to the Countess' table, and walked over, quietly, in a trance. I don't know what came over me. It was like, I just, knew. My sister stood behind, gaping. Her jaw had bounced a few times, I knew that. I had been “selected,” and I had no idea why.

For being early Fall, mid-September to be exact, it had a formative chill in the air. “Not everyone ends up having their best friend as their mate. I have looked, so has father, and what bothers me most now is that he is demanding I choose a bloke. I mean, finding a soul mate is not the same as finding a pebble on the beach.” I watched my sister frown, wearing a long grey wool skirt and a black tunic top that clung to her curves, curves nearly as good as mine even for as young as she was. Not one of the Ryan ladies were lacking in curve appeal as my mother often joked. She clasped her hands in front of her and smiled to me warmly, I could tell she felt for me. “Maybe he will be among the Alp

* * Present * * “My sister died that day and till date, I’ve not really been able to stop missing her. We were so close, always found moving together when it wasn’t school or work time” Ken fought back tears as he narrated the story to Anita in his car. Anita placed a palm on his shoulder, she stared into his eyes as she thought of what to say to him. What bothered her most was that her plan hadn’t worked out, she wouldn’t have allowed them to meet each other if she had any idea that they were enemies.

It was my first shift as a wolf, and I had just turned 18 when I found my sister, the gorgeous one whom everyone always picked and loved, underneath my mate, Ethan, talking shit about me as they had beautiful, damning sex. I didn’t even let them finish before I sent them to the moon goddess. But if I were to change something, I’d ask Ethan why. Why did he decide to throw everything we had away? Why did he pick her over me? Why did he pick the day I was supposed to give him myself, a day that he was supposed to mark me and make me his Luna, and give it to the sister that has always haunted my entire existence?

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

Someone, wake me up from this goddamn dream. "Ca...den." My voice came out smaller than I intended. "You chose me, remember? This wasn't the future we planned together under the full moon. I love you. I mean... You love me too, don't you?" Warm tears rolled down my cheeks before I could stop them. "You never could compete." My sister tilted her head, and I watched her lips curve into something I had never seen on her face before. Something satisfying. "Not with me." My sister. My blood. The girl I had held through every nightmare after our parents died, whose hunger I had gone without eating to fix, whose tears I had caught before they could even finish falling.

She’d wanted to keep me somewhere I couldn’t see my own worth clearly, somewhere her own choices wouldn’t look so small beside mine. “Were you sleeping with him then?” I asked. “No.” I asked when it actually started. “Later,” she said. “When?” “What difference would it make now?” She was right about that, even though I hated hearing it from her. No exact date would make any of it cleaner. There hadn’t been one single day she stopped being my sister. She’d crossed the line slowly, each secret making the next one easier to keep. “I kept thinking there had to be one moment,” I said. “But it wasn’t one moment.” I let that breathe before I finished. “It was every time you helped someone decide wh

Curiosity gets the better of me. I pick it up and flip it open. My stomach drops. Names. Dates. Dosages. Page after page. Dozens of entries. “What the hell…” I continue reading. Then I see a name that instantly turns my blood to ice. Kinsley Pennet. My sister. Everything around me suddenly goes silent. My pulse pounds in my ears. I stare at the page. The date listed beside her name is the same week she died. The same party. The same overdose.

the reporter smiled, “chosen by big sister Sophie Langston herself…” Sophie looked into the camera, all solemn pride and shining eyes. “My sister’s name is Selene,” she announced. “Because she’s soft and bright like the moon.And my brothers are Leon, like a lion and Atlas, like the world. ‘Cause Daddy says strong men protect those they love.”