How To Be A Sister Novels & Stories

"Me and you outside. Imagine how fun it would be to adventure under the rain!" Lily did not seem as excited as I expected. She bit her lip and glanced at the locked door. "Ready?" I asked. "Puppet," I added tentatively. She shook her head. "Let's just go back to bed, please." She was visibly shaking. She was such a wimp. My hand almost left my side to connect with her cheek but I clenched it making a fist. Mum had always told me that instead of slapping my baby sister, I should hug her instead. I pulled her to me and hugged her.

Claire giggled, “I’m not THAT quiet….the rest of y’all are just too damn loud.” “Yes we are. You balance us out...for now.” Steph replied with a sweet smile. “Until then, just keep being the sweet little sister and let me handle the drama, k?” She grabbed her little sister and pulled her into a big hug. “What if I don’t want to be the sweet little sister?” Claire asked. “What if I want to be something different, the one that boys notice?”

“I want us to be friends, do you think that’s possible?” She nodded. “No my lady!” She averted her gaze agsin. “A nobody cannot become a fruegd to such a humble lady as you.” She was stiff, it was something I had thought was going to happen and I sighed. “I don’t have a sister, didn’t have one while growing up. I see you as my sister and even though you don’t waht us to be friends, I’ll still regard you as my sister.”

I looked at Alessia. “Sorry if I sounded rude earlier. Everything was... overwhelming.” She gave a small nod, her own mind clearly still reeling. I had no idea how to be someone’s sister. We were fine as colleagues. But half-siblings? I didn’t know where to start. Aaron’s voice was quiet. “You should leave.” He looked at Luna. “She’ll reach out if she wants.” Luna nodded, giving me a small, sad smile. She turned to go, then hesitated.

Who even said you look like a female? You look like a man in feminine clothes. You're so ugly and disgusting. My chest tightens when his voice repeatedly rings in my ears. All skin and bones with no curves, just fake boobs that are larger than your tiny masculine body. Deranged bitch! I try to shove his voice away, the sound. But it's futile. I fucking want my bitchy little spoilt brat of a step sister. I've always wanted Katherine right from the moment my eyes caught glimpse of her at our parents shitty wedding thirteen days ago.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

Bailey said as we sat in the at a corner of the ballroom sorting out the list. You should know your sister by now already, I'm a fighter, a survivor and also I should be a role model to you and every girl out there, for them all to see that each and every one of them can be whatever they want to be once they set up their minds to. And I am equally proud of the woman you've become; strong, resilient and brave. “I wouldn't have wished for a better sister than you, you care for me and everyone around you, you forgive all those who hurt you and move past things like it meant nothing”.

she sobbed in her sister's bosom. "Look, Bessie. You can't just love a person you've seen in your dreams. And boys like Conor Ostin cannot be trusted. You're lucky to have a family like Bernands. Embrace it... don't be a pussy but a Bernand. You have everything... power, money, authority, family... most importantly you have brains. Use it... don't go after boys, let boys come after you." "Groom yourself, dress up, do makeup, explore malls. Keep yourself busy and build your character," the clever sister brainwashed the innocent sister.

I got strawberry, which I'd been craving for weeks. "A brother," Katie said, shaking her head. "I'm going to have a brother. That's so weird." "Why weird?" "Because I've been an only child for fifteen years. I don't know how to be a sister. Especially not to a boy." "You'll figure it out." "What if he's annoying?" "He'll be annoying. All little brothers are annoying." "What if he's cute and everyone pays attention to him and forgets about me?" I reached across the table and took her hand. "No one could forget about you, Katie. You're unforgettable. And you're going to be the best big sister ever. He's going to look up to you so much."

“I don’t have a type” I laughed, “Very funny, now try again. Everyone has a type, at least something you find attractive. Of course, she has to be pretty, well-mannered, interesting, and funny-” “Sounds like you have things figured out" he grumbles "Are we done here?” I shot him a look, “She’s going to be my sister, obviously she and I would have to get along. The children will be friends, family, we have to do more than get along”