He Chose My Sister But It Was Always Me Novels & Stories

Three small words that could change everything. But I swallowed them. Because the truth was cruel. My sister was his first love. And though he cared for me, more than he should, more than he admitted, I knew deep down that choosing him now, in this moment, would be taking advantage of a wound that still bled. If he ever had to pick, he would choose Lily. He always had. He always would. Besides… if I died today, I doubted it would destroy him the way losing Lily would. So I held it all in.

I placed my flower gently on the stone, my fingers trembling as they brushed against her name. “Peculiar,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Thank you… for everything. You were more than a sister. You were my courage when I had none left.” I lifted my face slightly, tears blurring my vision. “If there is another life after this one, if fate ever gives me a choice again, I would still choose you. Over and over. I would walk the same road with you, even knowing how it would end.”

And one day, Mom opened my eyes and taught me what Scarlet really was. It all started when I was eleven and Scarlet was nineteen. Since I was the lame kid who was only known for having a cool big sister, I had no choice but to use her to make myself more likeable to others. So one day, I begged her to show up for a friend’s party after I assured my friend that my sister would be coming too.

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.

He pulled me into his arms, whispering sweet words in my ears, while I sobbed in his chest. I sobbed because yet again, someone had chosen me….and even though my sister tried to steal another man from me, I was chosen this time around…..by a man completely out of their league, even when the world and his siblings believed I killed his brother.

“I didn't choose you because of what you could give me.” His voice was quiet. “I chose you because you're you.” The bond warmed beneath my ribs. I turned toward him. “And you?” He looked at me for a second before returning his eyes to the road. “What about me?” “I chose you too.” A small smile appeared. “I know.” “You're getting arrogant again.” “Probably.” I laughed. The car continued toward home. Our home. And for the first time, the word didn't feel temporary. When we reached the penthouse, my sister woke up.

"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.

A tear welled up in the corner of Irina’s eye, catching the bright morning sun. "That is a choice," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "You chose to stand by me when you had every reason to walk away. You chose to protect me when no one else would. Natasha is my sister by blood... but you, Irina? You are the sister I chose. And that makes you stronger to me than any family name ever could." The words hung in the sunlit room, profound, unbreakable, and absolute.

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’

Pavel always said his jealousy proved he cared, that I was his future mate and should have eyes for no one but him. I once asked what that meant for him and Vivienne. And he would say Vivienne was my sister, and that staying close to her was all for my sake. I had thought that was simply how couples behaved. Then Caleb told me that before I became anyone's mate, I was still my own person. Looking into Caleb's clear, honest eyes, I thought a lifetime with someone like him would not be bad at all. I took his hand and was about to speak when a commotion broke out at the entrance to the altar.