He Chose My Sister Novels & Stories

"I chose you. I chose you every single day, I chose you over my mother, over my sister loud and clear. So don't you dare talk to me about a knife in your back." I stared at him, my pulse slowing down. I didn't move for a long time. "You stayed away," I said, my voice low, stripped of the anger. It was just a cold statement of fact now. "I stayed away," he repeated, "I let her suffer because you told me she didn't exist. I chose the father who killed my mother over the sister who had nobody. Every night I close my eyes, I see her face, and every morning I wake up and chose you again."

“Hawk did this to me.” “Your fucking brother?” “Yes.” My gaze darted around the room, trying to fucking put all the pieces together. “Why?” “He said it was my life or his. He chose his.” I winced as the claws of my raging monster raked at the inside of my head. Her brother. Her brother had done this because he was too much of a fucking pussy to own his shit. No, he’d rather let his sister, the only person in this goddamn world who gave two shits about him, take the fall for his fucked-up decisions.

My sister and I got into a car crash. My heart was ruptured, and I needed immediate surgery if I were to live. My mother, being the director of her hospital, sent all the doctors to my sister instead, all just to check on her. She barely got hurt. I pleaded and begged for my mother to save me, but impatience got the better of her. She roared, "This isn't the time to take any attention away from your sister! She almost had a bone fracture!"

And that was the problem. "I... I don't regret it either," I admitted. "But I hate how we did it." He nodded slowly wiping my tears. "And I would still choose you over again." "Ethan! You don't get to say that like it's heroic," I replied gently. "Because choosing me equally means losing her." His jaw tightened. "No, this is not about choosing someone to lose the other. I'm not losing my sister. It's not possible," he said firmly I looked at him with a half-sarcastic smile. "You already did tonight by choosing me."

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.

His response was the same as always: “Let’s wait a little longer.” That night, when I tried to talk to him again, he lost his temper. He shoved me toward the hot stove in his rush to go after the jealous Emma. The flames scorched my left arm, but he didn't even care. He was already out the door, chasing after her. Emma Smith — the Luna Joe’s mother had chosen for him, the pack’s adopted daughter, so technically his sister.

That he was going to close the gap between us and— He looked away. And the spell was broken. . “Why did you choose me?” he suddenly asked, voice almost too quiet. I hesitated, unsure of how much I should tell him. “Because… my sister picked Grey first,” I said truthfully, though not COMPLETELY. “And the only other choice was you.” I considered telling him the rest, it was at the tip of my tongue but I decided against it. Hearing that I was living my second life and that the Moon Goddess had directed me to him was only going to make him think I was crazy.

“Then… why didn’t you tell Lucienne?” Darius lowered his eyes. “Because without proof, it would become my word against hers. Right now, your sister is still the woman everyone believes.” He met Selena’s gaze again. “But I believe you.” Those four words broke something inside her. Tears slipped down her cheeks as years of loneliness crashed over her all at once.

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.