Every September They Chose My Sister Novels & Stories

I should have told my sister that Edim Demiray is a ruthless and dangerous killer. As they settled down at the table, I turned my gaze away from Edim, pointing to my sister where the bar stools were, and without saying a word, headed there. I heard one of my sister's friends laugh sarcastically, "September, your sullen little sister hasn't changed at all, she still doesn't know how to have fun," but I didn't mind. I walked through the crowd, settled on one of the bar stools, and returned to my part, as I always do. The person I'm trying to be; A little woman trying to give the impression of being weak but strong...

If only she would stop being so stubborn. "She's not going to come back because I'm successful, Vesper." "No," Vesper shook her head quietly. "She'll come back. And it's going to be because you were there on the worst day of her life." She stood, walked around the table, and took my hand. "My sister must be in so much pain right now. She needs you by her side, Caspian. Only you." My fingers wrapped around hers, turning the words. True. Maybe this was my chance to finally have her wrapped around my fingers.

“Then just assume I’m being difficult.” Leonora immediately walked over. “Jonathan, don’t blame her.” She took my hand. “Adele probably just isn’t used to having me back yet.” Then she turned slightly and gave Anthony a meaningful look. The boy caught on immediately. He took Jonathan’s hand and begged him to go play with him in the back garden. After the two of them left, my sister pulled me down beside her. “Actually, I’ve always been grateful to you for what you did.” “If you hadn’t married him in my place, I don’t even know what would have happened at that wedding seven years ago.”

My father hated me. He said I could never measure up to my sister. He also said I was the one who had killed my mother and destroyed the happy family of three they should have had. Every year on the anniversary of Mom's death, Dad took only my sister to visit her grave. On my eighteenth birthday, I was hospitalized for a heart condition. I called him as carefully as if I were asking for something unforgivable. His voice turned hard. “Today is your mother's death anniversary, and you chose now to pretend you're sick? What are you trying to pull?” My sister's voice drifted through the phone. “Maybe Stella thinks that if she gets sick, you'll love her the way you loved Mom.” She knew exactly wh

My older sister, Bella, was a high-needs child. For eighteen years, my whole family revolved around her. For her birthday, Mom bought her a hand-made music box carved from rosewood. I got the cheap wooden comb they threw in for free. When our potions exam results came out, Dad bought Bella a moonstone necklace at an auction. I got the cheap beaded bracelet they threw in for free. Before the academy term started, we went shopping for things we needed. When the clerk said Bella’s dress didn’t come with a free gift, she looked worried. “But if there’s no free gift, what’s Emma going to get?” Mom stroked her hair. “Sweetheart, you’re always thinking of others.” Dad handed the clerk his credit ca

In my past life, the Vitale crime family finally claimed me. But my own brother—the family heir—framed me. To protect his precious adopted sister, he accused me of causing her heart attack. My real parents believed him. They dragged me out and dumped me at the iron gates of the family estate. "You're a monster. You don't deserve the Vitale name." Soon after, a rival family tracked me down. I bled out on the cold asphalt. When I opened my eyes, I was back. Back to the exact night that sealed my fate. Nico blocked the current Don, Vincent. He pressed a gun to my forehead. "Father, she's not my sister! She's an imposter!" Disappointment and disgust flashed in their eyes before they turned their

Reyna Three months would be ample time to get over someone who rejected you. Yet as I lay in my bed, staring up at the dusty ceiling, I can hear him in my step-sister’s bedroom above and it doesn’t hurt any less. “Oh, my love, this ring is so beautiful!” Abby’s shrill voice grates my ears and I roll my eyes. “Our wedding will be a grand affair. Aren’t you happy you chose me and rejected my half-breed sister?”

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.

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?

She interjected me. "If you love your aunty you will use them." I sighed defeated, "FINE." It's been a couple of weeks since I am preparing myself for this day, I never knew that I am not able to choose the man whom I want to marry, no one cares for my opinion, thanks to my sister, she runs away because she is a girl and I stuck here at her place because I am a girl the difference of thin line between us is she only thought about herself and I thought about my parents.