Full House Sister Novels & Stories

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

"Really? I'm getting a sister?" "Yes. Really." "That's so cool! Can I teach her stuff? Like how to play games?" "When she's bigger, yes. But she'll be a baby first. Very tiny." "Is Damian her dad?" "Yes. Damian is her dad." Liam thought about it. "So she's my half-sister? Like Bella and Lily are your half-sisters?" "Exactly like that." "Cool. I can't wait to meet her." Therapy continued. Week after week. Hard conversations. Breakthroughs. Setbacks. Progress.

who'd been crying and begging everyone to show me mercy just minutes ago. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. The emotion bubbling up in my chest felt almost hysterical. This was Dylan's precious darling. The one he looked at with such softness and care. This was everyone's sweet-tempered, well-mannered young lady. This was my big sister. The one I'd looked up to and respected for years. "You're an idiot too, you know." That was Mrs. Morgan's voice now, scolding. "How could you walk into the wrong room?"

“No worries. I will be serving you for the rest of the dinner so I will definitely hand it over before you leave.” “That would be great.” “I saw your sister about three weeks ago when I was with my friends at Sinkhole. She is still as crazy as ever.” “Yeah, ” she replied, and I could sense the change and tension in her the mome6he mentioned her sister, and I noted the flash of sadness that passed through her eyes. “Oh, look at me just yapping away. What do you want to eat, Gorgeous?”

Killian arches an eyebrow, despite knowing the answer already. Killian doesn't know what to say when his sister nods her head. Did his virus finally catch his sister? He is known for sleeping around, his sister was further away from that and he hoped it would stay that way. Call it a brother's concern for the only person he truly cares about in the whole world. "Damn, that's some unlucky son of a bitch that he caught your eyes." He receives an eye roll as a reply. "Tell me one thing. How long have you known him for?" Killian asks, having been done with the packing.

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

He dropped to his knees beside my bed. "Grace, come home with me, okay? We have the same blood type. I'll give you my entire liver if I have to. You're my real sister. I won't let you die. From now on, I won't care about anyone else. I'll only stay by your side, okay?" Something inside me snapped. I shoved him away and started screaming like a madwoman. "I'm already dying! What's the point of playing the good brother now? Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"

Fiona responded coolly, “Yes, that was her.” “Your family’s genes are seriously impressive. One sister’s already a world-class pianist, and the other’s on her way to becoming a top medical researcher. It’s incredible.” Fiona didn’t care for the compliment. She and her half-sister couldn’t be more different, with completely opposite goals in life. “Does your sister know the CEO of Gibson Corporation?” “Know him? He might end up being my future brother-in-law,” Fiona said lightly as they walked into the cafeteria, her eyes immediately landing on James.

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.