Home Alone Sisters Novels & Stories

I couldn't fall. The figure glanced back. Even through the mask, I could see their eyes widen. They hadn't expected me to follow. They'd expected me to stand by the lake, screaming and crying, the way normal people would. But I wasn't normal. I was Alice's sister. And I was done being scared. "You can't outrun me!" I yelled. "I've been running my whole life!" The figure veered left, toward the old maintenance shed near the edge of campus. I'd seen it before, a crumbling building covered in vines, its windows boarded up, its door rusted shut.

Clarissa cut me off before I could say anything else. She even grabbed Susan's hand and started pulling her toward the door. Susan looked overjoyed, clearly never expecting that someone as poor as her would be fought over like this. At last, Ms. Abbott looked at me before turning to the Newmans, who looked visibly embarrassed. "Both sisters have good personalities. Kayla Smith, the younger sister, is also a very thoughtful and sensible child." The Newmans had watched everything that had just happened. Seeing how obedient and well-behaved I was, they agreed to adopt me.

I said. "I know." "A romantic idiot." "I know." "Put me down." He put me down. I leaned against the wall. Unlocked my door. The apartment was clean. The candle was burning. The bed was made. "Sarah," I said. "Sarah?" "She cleaned. She's the only one with a key." Cole helped me to the bed. I lay down. Closed my eyes. "I'm home," I said. "You're home." "Don't leave." "I'm not going anywhere."

Staying at home by myself while my sister and parents went to the funeral wasn’t an option, so I was at Lucy’s house. It was fine, better, probably, than staying at home alone, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk anymore about what was going on with my sister. It was all Lucy wanted to talk about.

The next day, they awoken to watch the local news and papers only to discover that on the headline, was their family name. "From a very reliable source, we have come to learn that Jason junior Samuel Macaulay, age twenty one has impregnated his very own sister, Annabelle Naomi Macaulay, age nineteen. What is the world turning into since a brother now have sex with his very own sister? What an abomination. Citizens are left to wonder what their parents were doing that such atrocity happens in their home but they had no idea.

She was at least decently dressed in a yellow halter dress and flat shoes. It took some blackmail to get her excited. The sound of the TV came from behind the low wall separating the kitchen from the living room, and I imagined Carl sitting on the sofa with his hands propped up behind him like he always did. In the background, Auntie was squealing about how oversized the shower was, and Mom laughed. I tilted my head. "I guess we're much better as fratello and sorella, aren't we?" He licked his lips, grinding his teeth at the bottom in thought, but it seemed like he was thinking about all the wrong things.

As soon as I stepped outside, I ran into my sister and Lex in the garden. Their fingers were intertwined, bodies pressed close together, looking utterly affectionate. "Thalia, are you going back to our mother's place today? Isn't Kane coming with you?" My sister's eyes sparkled with smug cunning. "Kane is at the company. I'm going to find him," I said. The words made a flicker of resentment pass through Lex's eyes. He had always been jealous of Kane—stronger, more capable, and unburdened by illness, unlike him, stuck at home because of his weak body.

"Grrrrowl," she answered, "Momma's gotta protect her baby. What do they know?" "Nothing it looks like, but the Momma suspects." I sighed. Debbie seemed a bit subdued. "More chaos on the home front." "Oh no. What now?" I asked. "Sisters. Maybe you should talk to Karen. She's upstairs alone." She peeled my arms from around her, and gave me a push. Sisters. What had I been thinking.

I'm an avid outdoorsman, while my wife, Gabrielle Jensen, is a homebody through and through. Every time I invite her to outdoor activities like hiking, running, and swimming, she turns me down. "I hate exercising," she says. Later, someone starts an online trend of showing how lazy their girlfriend can be. I film Gabrielle being a couch potato and post it to join the trend. Everyone comments saying how she's a true lazy introvert. Then, one comment catches my eye and freezes me in place. "Isn't that the old pool queen Gabrielle Jensen? She and Caleb Fisher made quite the swimming duo back then. Their relay team brought home more than a few trophies for our school. "They were the golden

"Since she's got so much money, why didn't she hire a caregiver for her own mother?" "She's a monster! If she treats her own mother like this, there's no way she's a responsible doctor to her patients. We won't feel at ease knowing that our family members are in her care." "Fire her! Get rid of that heartless monster!" Someone started throwing rotten eggs at me, and a woman even lunged at me to hit me. Amy recorded all of this on her live stream, of course, garnering even more traffic online. She also pretended to stand defensively in front of me, crying out, "Don't treat my sister like that!"