I Didn't Kill My Sister Novels & Stories

I say as I deny another request for a bailout. My mother's face goes pale as she realizes what I have done. "You killed your sister," she gasps. "Obviously, I did not kill her if you didn't find her body," I roll my eyes at her. "But you tried!" My mother screeches. "What has happened to you, Faris?" "Do you realize I don't have an heir?" I begin. "What does that have to do with you trying to kill your sister?" My mother snaps at me.

she asked as anger ignited in her eyes again. "How did my stupid brother kill your innocent sister?" "Good boy" a proud smile appeared on her lips "He seduced her, made her visit him in a hotel room where he had sex with her and gave her HIV. He then bailed on her, she was returning home to us when she was involved in a car accident that took her life. Now am left without a sister. I'm going to end your life; so your brother will partake in my pain and misery before I come for him".

“Oh? Is that too much for you? Then maybe you’re not as eager to save her as you claim to be.” “You’re a monster!” she spat, her voice trembling with rage. I laughed, the sound echoing through the room. “Am I? Or am I simply giving her a taste of her own medicine?” “She’s your sister!” she shouted, desperation creeping into her voice. “How can you do this to her?” I leaned in close, lowering my voice to a whisper. “She’s not my sister. And even if she were, a real sister wouldn’t have tried to kill me.”

I knew she still hated me. My mother had given birth to a triplet. When we were eight, my second sister, Vanessa, was pushed down a flight of stairs and died from the fall. Back then, she held my sister's body and screamed at me, "You monster! I'll have you thrown in jail!" she cried. Alas, I wasn't sent away to juvenile detention even after she was armed to the teeth with the best lawyers available, as I was too young back then. She hated me to the point she cut ties with me and took my older sister, Angel, away, abandoning me.

Just the girl I once called sister, standing there like she hadn’t just orchestrated a massacre. I didn’t pull the trigger.

I floated there, watching Grandma's white hair, Dad's trembling shoulders, Mom collapsed on the floor, and Iris in the corner with her face pressed into her knees. This was what I'd been afraid of. I'd wanted to see them happy before I went. Iris sniffled. “It must have hurt so much.” Something in my chest started to ache again. So souls could feel pain too? Iris, my little sister. She would grow up, go to high school and college, find a job, get married, and have children of her own. Would she still remember me by then? I floated down beside her and crouched.

How did your sister die? ...

“When I Found out what he did to my sister, I couldn't confront him because i just couldn't bring mtself to without crumbling to my feet, I decided to play it cool, when she died he attended her funeral, I had just the right plan for him my whole system was messed up and I wanted to just end him but I couldn't bring myself to do it, Yes he did kill my sister but killing him in turn just made me feel like the monster that he is. I face-palmed seeiejgbthsy not everyone could posses the ability to kill… Just looking at yourself in rhe mirror and realising you took another life “I was going through his phone one day when I had drugged him to finally do what was in my mind after he had slept the

East glared at her. "The one your smart brother killed was my doppelganger " Ivy said, smirking. East kept glaring at her. "You shot your sister? You shot your own sister you bitch!" Iris yelled. Ivy scoffed. "She stopped being my sister the day she chose you and your fucking family over Mona" Lisa is still choking on her blood but staring at Ivy. Iris held Lisa, feeling her heart breaking. "Mona was my sister too. But you fucking killed her" Ivy said to East.

I stood at the edge of what used to be the main square, staring at the smoldering remains of the settlement, feeling like I was standing on the other side of a chasm I couldn’t cross. My hands still shook, my clothes were stiff with dried blood—*her* blood—and I couldn’t get the image of Chloe’s face out of my mind, the way her eyes had gone wide with shock, the way her voice had trembled in those final moments. I had killed her. My sister. My own sister.....