I Didn't Kill My Sister Novels & Stories

My only sister, the one I have been living for. “Camilla, can you hear us?” Another person, whom I couldn't make out, shouted and was shaking me. “They killed my sister,” I whispered, my heart breaking with every breath I took. “What? What are you saying? What sister?” Leon knelt in front of me, holding my face in his hand. “Camilla, wake up. You don't have a sister. You are at the café.” “They've killed my sister.” I stood up and headed to the door, bumping shoulders with things I didn't notice were people, and they were staring at me like I was a crazy person.

His eyes were burning as if he could kill me any moment. “You killed your own sister, Faith! How could you? Are you so insecure about her that you let her die, huh?!” My brows crossed, trying to absorb everything in my head. I killed who? Freya? What is he talking about? I shook my head multiple times in front of them. “Why are you saying that, Dad? I didn't kill her…I didn't kill Freya.” I stood up and tried to reach them. “Dad, it was an acci—” I paused when his hand landed on my cheek. I felt how it burned from that hard slap.

I exhaled deeply and the next thing I heard was Kaitlyn whimpering beside me. “Is this really you?!” She muttered turning to me, I turned to face her and nodded slowly. “It’s me Kait, it’s me your Hillary,” I said to her, she pushed her chair backwards immediately as she got up to her feet and stumbled backwards. “No, no ,” she muttered continuously as her whimpering turned to sobbing. “I tried to kill my own sister, what does that make me? I was so blinded by my rage I couldn’t even feel any connection,”

“Yes, but I don’t know that he was the one that did it for sure. There were too many people that wanted him dead. Even my sister wanted him dead and she was the nice one of us. She always tried to be the good daughter. Unlike my brother and me. We thought we ruled the world. We still think we do.” Marco raised an eyebrow. “Do you think that it’s a good idea that we go to the safehouse to find your sister? Because if there’s a chance that she killed your father, there’s a chance that she might want to kill you.” I shook my head. “I trust my sister. She’s never wanted anything to do with this life. If she did kill my father, it was because she wanted to get away from him. Not because she wante

I shook my head, swallowing hard, as I tried to control the anger that was coursing all over my body. "I'm trying to understand how you could be so heartless to kill your kid sister," I gritted out the words, and I saw something flash in his eyes before his smile widened. "Oh, that means my Sunshine made it out alive, I'm glad!" Caleb mumbled as his grin widened. "But well I did not kill my sister, you did remember, and the video I have, which you also have, clearly shows that, so whatever you are trying to do, rethink it," Caleb mumbled, and I smirked at him.

Three years ago, on a full moon night, my mother jolted awake at midnight, claiming the Moon Goddess had delivered a prophecy: On the day of my twentieth birthday, the feral gene inside me would spiral out of control. I would shift into a wolf and kill my sister. At first, my parents were skeptical. But after I awakened my wolf at eighteen, my sister would seize up whenever she was near me, clutching her chest and collapsing to the ground in violent fits of gasping. To protect her and force my wolf into dormancy, my parents resorted to every harsh measure they could devise. They poured suppression potions down my throat that ate away at my organs, and clamped a restraining collar around my n

The implementation of her well-crafted plan had been caught by a random dash cam. She looked up with a grin. "You wanna know why? Because you couldn't afford two kids but had us anyway. If I didn't kill her, how would I get all your money? She acted so superior, still being kind after everything. Idiots like that deserve to die!" Linda swayed in shock. Just for that? Was kindness a crime? Yeah, if I hadn't been so dutiful, I wouldn't have died so horribly. She croaked, "But she is your sister. How could you?"

Is that how you got him to get you pregnant and put it on me? 'Well I am glad he is here and you will find out everything Scott' 'And you think I will be too foolish as to believe whatever you are going to say now when you have got us all under ropes and at the tip of a gun? You really think I am that crazy? What are you even up to? Trying to kill us off like you did Lucille?' 'First of all Scott, I didn't do anything to my sister, I loved her and I would never do such a thing to her. I didn't kill my own sister Scott, get that into your thick skull.'

My body was packed up and taken away in a car. On the way, the squad leader, Captain Carter, drove while talking to Dad, "The murderer’s methods are very similar to Selene’s case years ago." Selene was my older sister. Back then, I had begged her to take me out to buy figurines and we encountered kidnappers on the way. She fought them to save me. She told me to get the police. When I returned, she had already been burned to death. It was exactly how I also just died.

Ethan's words echoed off the cold stone walls, a haunting refrain that seemed to chase him into the darkness. "I killed my sister... I killed my sister..." The phrase became a chilling litany, a reminder of the unspeakable act he had committed. The guards' footsteps faded into the background, replaced by the sound of Ethan's anguished muttering, a stark reminder of the devastating consequences of his rage.