Home Alone Sisters Novels & Stories

-Yes, yes, of course I do. -Thank you friend, thank you, you don't know how much you help me, because you know once I leave that house, I will never come back and they won't let me come back, so when I leave there I will have no family, I will be completely alone, my sisters and I have moved so far away that nobody counts on anyone, everyone scratches with their own fingernails.

Everyone was waiting in the sitting room of the penthouse suite Hunter had booked for the night so we didn't have to drive back to our home tonight. Maya immediately pulled me into a hug. "You look amazing," she said, holding me at arm's length to inspect me. "That color is perfect on you." "Thank you for coming tonight," I said, grateful for her presence. Maya had become the sister I'd never truly had in Helena. "Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss this for the world." She grinned wickedly. "I want to see all these society bitches try to pretend they weren't gossiping about you just last week."

My house was so dark, and I switch on the lights that were nearest to me. Zach takes off his shoes and asks, "Where is your family?" "My parents went overseas since they want to have their own fun, my oldest sister is at a school camp and my second sister is at a sleepover at her friend's house. So, I am basically staying at home by myself." Zach says, "Wow that must be good since you have the whole house to yourself." I laugh and say "Yeah but it is quite lonely without having them at home. It is also quite scary at night because no one is at home with me."

Title: The Twin Sisters Two twin sisters, Aurélie and Béatrice, physically identical but with very different personalities, are at the heart of this story. Aurélie, recently married to Lorenzo, presents herself to him as an experienced woman, but actually hides her virginity and a deep anxiety about physical intimacy.

After marrying into the Preston family, I had worked tirelessly for them, only to end up killed by my own husband. Just as I thought my body was about to be riddled with knives, Scott suddenly appeared directly above us. The blade hovered over Nicky's head. I had no strength left to act and could think of no better plan. All I could do was turn the camera around to face Nicky and shout frantically, "Scott, I'm begging you—please just believe me this one time! This really is Nicky! I'm not lying to you! She really is your sister!" On the video call, Scott rolled his eyes impatiently.

“What’s going on?” “Nothing,” I say quickly, forcing a smile. “They’re just being weird.” Jaxon giggles. “Uncle Cal is always weird.” Everyone laughs, easing the tension, but my skin crawls. I don’t like this. My sister is unknowingly sitting in a den of wolves, while those wolves try to decide if she’s their enemy. Poppy launches into a story about one of her flatmates leaving fries in the oven until the smoke alarm went off. Then they swap stories about Callen doing similar things.

“I’m just… tired.” That part, at least, was true. Tired of pretending. Tired of standing here like nothing had happened. Tired of feeling like I was about to fall apart at any second. “Stay a little longer,” she insisted gently. Before I could respond….. “You can leave if you want.” His voice again. Calm, controlled. But there was something else beneath it. Something that made my skin prickle. My sister glanced at him, surprised. He didn’t look at her once.

I blinked. “Why is there a production team outside your house?” “My sister’s filming season three,” Alan said casually. I had never met his sister, he never spoke much of her but I knew he didn't hate her. I stared, “of what? Succession?” “She has her own reality tv show,” his face was still bland as he spoke. Waiting at the top of the steps were four people. One tall man in a suit, one short woman in pearls, a younger guy with fake charm all over his face and a girl with the same jawline as Alan.

"And you... you must be the sister. Come. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes." The sisters were led to separate, adjoining suites—rooms larger than the entire apartment they had shared in the slums. Raya was ushered into a bathroom that felt like a cathedral of marble. A female attendant began drawing a bath, scenting the water with oils that smelled of lavender and eucalyptus.

How dare he take out a loan using his sister’s identity and then run away from home. “Screw off. And don’t ever show your faces to me again,” she yelled at the thugs before turning and walking away. Hannah took a deep breath before entering her house. In this house, ever since her younger brother left, Hannah had been living alone. Having a spacious area all to herself sounded like a good thing. If only she had some “me time” to enjoy herself. The thirty minutes before bed were the only time she could relax. She didn’t do much; at most, she just watched some videos leisurely.