He Chose My Sister Novels & Stories

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’

Howard sat by the window and put the brochure on the empty seat beside him. More than ten years earlier, he had held that same brochure against the glass of my isolation room, pointed to this very mountain, and told me, "When you're better, I'm taking you there." I never got better. And he never took me there. The wind at the top blew hard. He opened the brochure. All twelve of my notes were still there. He took out a pen and held it over the space after the final line for a long time. He didn't cross anything out or mark any of them paid. Then he put the pen back in his pocket.

Then her expression softened. “I know you love me. But if I’m going to build something that belongs to me, I need to be allowed to stand on my own.” I nodded. “I promise.” She looked at me for another moment. Then she said quietly, “I want you to choose me as your sister, not because you need me as your Queen.” The words settled heavily in my chest. I stepped closer and pulled her into a hug. “I’ve already chosen you.” She hugged me back. “As my sister,” I whispered.

"Where we know each other. Not as we were. But as something." Luna looked at her sister for a long time. She thought about growing up in the same house. About the sister who had been gracious and golden and perfectly positioned from the time they were children. About the specific loneliness of being the other one, the overlooked one, the one their mother had decided was a resource rather than a person. She thought about what Vivienne had said in the garden: I thought if the bond was there, the feelings would follow. She thought about a twenty-four-year-old woman who had loved someone and had been offered a tool to secure that love and had taken it, not understanding that tools like that didn

Cecilia refused to marry Damian Blackwood, Commander of the Northern Night Watch, after he was struck by a vampire hunter's Eclipse Silver. The poison had corroded his spine and left both his legs paralyzed, and she refused point-blank to honor their families' marriage pact. So my parents slipped sedatives into my dinner and loaded my unconscious body onto the night train heading north. By the time I woke, a blood bond mark had been seared into my wrist. The North was a land of endless snowstorms, where vampire hunters and feral vampires took turns besieging the fortress. The Eclipse Silver had locked down Damian's body, rendering his healing almost useless. To save him, I studied the silve

Warren Sutton was a brilliant lawyer, famous for his success and for keeping everyone at a distance when it came to personal relationships. Rose Chapman, the heiress of the Chapman family, had swallowed her pride and gotten down on her knees to beg him to marry her. She had promised that she was willing to stand behind him and his career forever. She said that she respected his choice in focusing on his career. She would wait until he was ready to make their relationship public as she stood behind him, however long it took. She even said she would make him the most successful man in the world, and he would love her and only her, for the rest of his life. They had been married for fiv

When Evelyn was six, her parents' enemies attacked, and she vanished in the chaos. Her parents spent nine years searching for her. When she came home at fifteen, Evelyn believed with all her heart that she finally belonged somewhere. But that very night, through a thick wooden door, she heard her younger sister Serena sobbing. "Now that she's back, will you still want me?" The next morning, Evelyn offered to give Serena the sunniest bedroom. Her mother hugged her and wept. Her father stroked her hair and told her again and again how understanding she was. Serena took her hand for the first time. For the first time since coming home, Evelyn felt fully embraced. From then on, Evelyn knew exact

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

said Choice rolling out on the marble floor laughing out loudly holding her stomach but Destiny just shrugged her shoulders saying … “ I have someone even more dumb here.” Choice … “…!! ..!! Sister , did you …??” Destiny cut her amidst saying … “ No, No, I mean , you are right.” Which made Choice to lift her brows in happiness and laugh even more harder.

“What does she mean, choose?” Before my lovely sister could answer, there was a tap on my shoulder. It was a guard. He smiled at me, looked me up and down, and pointed to her table. I turned to the Countess' table, and walked over, quietly, in a trance. I don't know what came over me. It was like, I just, knew. My sister stood behind, gaping. Her jaw had bounced a few times, I knew that. I had been “selected,” and I had no idea why.