I Didn't Kill My Sister Novels & Stories

God, could it be that he had killed my sister? "Did you kill her?" He smirked. I clenched my jaw as anger and pain filled me. "If you have done something to my sister, I swear, I will kill you." He raised his brows and let out a scoff. "Wait, what? Kill me?" I glared at him. "What makes you think you can kill me, lil girl?" I kept glaring at him. "I ain't Dennis who you bashed his fucking cock with your damn leg you know." he chuckled.

“Well, I’m not. When you pushed me off the cliff and I woke up, I found myself in a hospital. The doctors told me I survived, a mysterious man helped me, but I never got to meet him." A short laugh left my mouth. “You think I would believe that? Why would I kill my own sister?” She stepped closer, her lips curling into a forced smile. “Because, Lorenzo, I loved you. You didn’t want to be trapped in a step-siblings situation, that’s why you chose to push me off the cliff.” My fingers twitched at my side. “I’m asking for the last time. Who are you?” She lifted her chin. “You know, Lorenzo. Is that what you want to do now? Act like you don’t recognize me because you’re scared of what happened b

I shouldn’t be worried about my sister. She is a terrible person. I’ve always known that, and today just continued to prove that. She was going to kill that red-haired boy, Iver if I hadn’t stopped her. I don’t want to think about how many others she hurt or killed to get this deep into the territory.

"Don't come any closer, you murderer!" I suddenly became angry. Why was she even blaming me for what I didn't do. "I didn't kill your sister! So how am I a murderer!?" She stood vibrating with temper, her fist clenched and her eye blazing. "You didn't kill her, huh?" She furiously went to the table and sent everything on it crashing onto the tiles. "You didn't kill her, huh?" She repeated, fuming angrily. "If you didn't kill her, then I did. I killed my sister. I killed her! I fucking killed Layla!" Her body shuddered violently as she broke into tears. "I killed the young innocent girl!" She said in a quiet whisper.

And I knew that. "W..hat d..o y..ou m.ea.n," I shuttered weakly looking at the girl. The girl looked at me, her eyes still burning with hatred. "You killed my only sister. My only remaining family." She yelled. "Me? Kill your sister?" I muttered pointing at myself. I felt all her words were ridiculous to me. "Are you trying to blame me for what happened? Have always loved your sister and there's no way I would kill her," I said trying to defend myself.

He shook with a rage he didn’t understand. “Cradle,” he rasped. “I remember what I did.” She kneeled in front of him. “Talk to me.” His voice cracked. “I killed her.” Cradle froze. “Killed who?” “My sister.” The words were sandpaper against his tongue. “She tried to stop me. She sang the lullaby to bind me… the one that girl just used. I burned her for it.” Cradle whispered, “That wasn’t your sister.”

And even if I had to provoke him to get him out to visit my dreams, that was precisely what I was going to do. “I just found out she is your sister anyway, and I had no intentions to fuck her. She was just this arrogant, piece of shit, rude brat that had a way of getting on my last nerve. And I’m pretty sure she tried to kill me. Can you believe that? Your sister tried to kill me. For God knows what reason.” I really should have stopped speaking, but I couldn’t even if I tried. It was like a dam pouring out of me.

“Do it! I dare you to kill me, little pea, I fucking dare you!” he spat out in my face, standing so close to me that I could feel his breath fanning my face. I raised my hand in a sorry attempt to hurt him, but I couldn’t do it, I just couldn’t do it. He’s still my brother, for fucks sake. How could I possibly look him in the eyes and kill him? “Please Richard, stop this madness, I’m your only sister. I can’t bring myself to hurt you,” I begged him, sounding so pathetic. That’s the best I could do at this moment because I just can’t bring myself to hurt him, I simply can’t do it.

Everyone gasped and I rolled my eyes. This guy is delusional. “I murdered no one!” I defended. How and why would I kill anyone? Jack laughed, “You killed my sister you stupid dimwit!” “Mind your words, Jack!” my father warned. “Oh, I’m sorry alpha,” Jack said sarcastically. “Look, Jack we know you’re hurting but my son didn’t kill your sister. She ran away and we couldn’t find her,” my father said and I nodded. Jack scoffed. “You couldn’t find her because she died!” he glared at me. “And why did she die?” he paused as if waiting for someone to speak. Then he pointed a finger at me.

“O-One day she found a gun from our father's room as he was in crime branch, he might have brought the gun home. Riya, my sister came to me and excitedly placed that gun in front of me. I warned her many times that our father will get angry if he find out that she had touched his important stuffs but she ignored me and pressed the gun next to my forehead just like we'd seen in the movie. I nodded in excitement and told her to pull the trigger. She did but nothing happened. Then it was my turn to follow her action but when I pressed the gun next to her head and pulled the trigger, everything went stilled after a loud sound." I froze in shock and goose bumps became alive on my skin. H-He was t