He Chose My Sister Novels & Stories

Will he choose me? I stared at him. He was also looking at me... no emotion, I wanted to approach him but shit --I have no courage to do it. But I firmly stepped towards him but I felt even more pain in my heart when I saw him approach and hug my sister that is more hurtful from my father's slap awhile ago. Suddenly I stopped walking, because all my questions have been answered… just by looking at them. Eddy was right, "He will never choose you over his wife." My friend's words sounded like a broken record over and over again in my brain.

“I had to choose the closest thing to you. To hurt you the same way you hurt me when you told me that you couldn’t choose me over Nathan.” “Yoké.” I got up and walked towards him. “No, stay away.” He took a step back. “I chose your sister, and it was so easy getting her to fall in love with me. And I made myself a promise that I’ll live the rest of my life making you regret the decision you made that day.” I shook my head. “I regret it already. Won’t you stop?”

KAYDEN WOLF, WAS A COLOSSAL PAIN IN MY ASS! “Weird, 'cause you are known for courting limelight by nook or crook. I mean you wouldn’t have killed Samantha if you didn’t want all the attention to be on you.” He spat, and I found myself clenching my jaws so tight, fighting tooth and nail not to spill what was right on the tip of my tongue. “I did not kill my sister. The brakes of her car failed and she died in the accident. Deep down that rotten selfish heart of yours, you know it too.” I snarled with clenched teeth.

Maybe he’s worried about his father. “Please,” he said, barely audible. “I’ll do anything. I swear. Just don’t let her die.” I hated him in that moment. And I loved him. And I hated myself for that. My chest felt like it was splitting open. Everything I had buried rushed back. The bond. The pain. The love. The betrayal. The longing. All of it crashing into me at once. I looked at my sister. I didn’t hesitate anymore. “Fine,” I said hoarsely. “I’ll do it.” Not for him. For her. Because Alexandra had always chosen me. And I would always choose her.

"From now on, I'll take care of my own business. Don't trouble yourself." He had said many times that I was his most beloved sister. But in that instant, I knew I no longer had a brother. I slowly walked toward the stairwell and never looked back.

His back was tense, he kept fidgeting with his fingers that were tied up behind him, “you're really smart Cara, I would hate to see it all go away because you choose a lowlife like me over your sister” “I'm not choosing” I hurriedly say. “But you kinda are,” he chuckles softly, a little dimple showing on his face, “everyday you continue choosing to come see me, feed me, clean my injuries…you're going against your sister, that's pretty bold” I scoff, “that doesn't mean I'm choosing you, I'll always choose Isa” I blink, trying to convince myself of the words I'm forming, “what…what if I talked to her? Hm? She'll..”

"I never imagined you'd be in the house. I thought you were still in the garden! I would've saved you first otherwise…" I quietly pulled my hand back and turned my face away. "I understand. You don't need to explain." He let out a long sigh, then added, "Yasmine is still a child. Whether in terms of emotion or reason, I had to save her first. I know you've always disliked Yasmine because your parents favored her over you. Still, she's your sister. "And I'm older than Yasmine—how could I just leave her behind?" "Alright," I replied with a calm, serious tone. "I understand completely."

I had just never let myself look. "Listen to me," I said. My voice was a mess. I did not care. "Are you listening?" He nodded against my hands. "You are my little brother," I said. "Of course I choose you. Over the council. Over anyone."

he growled, still blaming his sister for what had happened. I chose that moment to enter. I wasn’t going to let Mel take the blame for choices I had made. “If you want to strangle someone, it should be me, not your sister. She didn’t force me into anything—I made my own choice,” I said as I walked in and sat beside him. “Who said I won’t punish you for last night? But your punishment will be a little different.” He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to my wrist, his eyes locked on mine.

"Ask who for help? Your mother? The same one who couldn’t help you?” That hit me straight to the gut that I gasped. “There was no help. Just choices that all ended with someone I love getting hurt." "So you chose me." "I chose my sister." The distinction didn't make it hurt less. I'd trusted him. Completely. Let him see me at my worst, let him teach me control, let him into the parts of myself I'd been terrified to acknowledge. And the whole time he'd been planning this. "How long?" I asked. "What?"