I Didn't Kill My Sister Novels & Stories

My father’s face was unreadable, a mask of cold authority, but my mother looked broken. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. I already knew. I had killed my sister.

she said in a guttural voice. “I keep telling you I didn't kill your sister!” I said angrily “I am as much a victim as you guys are, but if we are to lay the blame, who do you think blabbed her mouth about the prophecy that only my parents and a select few, including your sister knew, that got my parents killed, huh?” “My sister would never reveal a prophecy to an outsider” she retorted “you are lying” “So your sister can't have spilled her guts to someone,” I said “but a baby was capable of killing your sister?!”

My own blood spilling under moonlight. ‎ ‎“So you didn’t think of that when you killed her,” I said, my voice cracking. ‎"That she was the only family you had" ‎ ‎She blinked at me. “Who are you talking about?” ‎ ‎I looked away. “You killed Aria. Your sister.” ‎ ‎Her eyes went wide, confusion mixing with fear. “My sister is dead. But I didn’t kill her!” ‎ ‎“You did,” I said, stepping closer. “Under the full moon, with a dagger in your hand. You killed her because you thought your mate, Kael, loved her more than you.”

You killed her and now she dead and buried with everything else he took from me. “Who the hell is the mastermind?” I yelled, my voice echoing through the room as I twisted the knife slightly before pulling it out and driving it back in again. Dan screamed this time, his body shaking violently as blood started soaking through his clothes, dripping down onto the floor in slow, heavy drops. I didn’t care. Not anymore. “You killed my sister,” I continued, my voice breaking but not stopping, my hand tightening around the knife as I stabbed him again, “your pathetic self is the reason my mom is dead, you wiped out an entire pack!”

Her flesh seemed to be rotten from the years and gave her haunted appearance that was hard to stare at. Behind me, Nina sucked in a sharp, broken breath. “Oh my God—” “Quiet,” the ghost of my mother snapped without even looking at her. Her eye not leaving my face. “Where is my sister?” When I didn't answer, she sneered, “Answer me!” “Dead. I killed her.” Her hand with the gun came down again, and a hot trickle of blood slid down from my brow to my cheek. “How dare you? My only family and you took her away from me too. She was my sister!!”

Her blood was soaking into the earth, thick and warm. “I’m sorry,” I whispered again, but she didn’t look at me. Her gaze was fixed on Bryan, and a small, broken smile curved her lips. “I… I never stopped loving you…” Then her body went still. For a moment, the forest was silent. No wind. No birds. Nothing. Bryan held her, trembling, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. I rose to my feet slowly, the weight of what I’d done pressing heavily against my chest. I’d killed my own sister. The only family I had left. But I had no choice. She left me no choice.

The serial killer was executed on the very day my sister went missing. It had been raining heavily that day, and the surveillance footage captured her being dragged away by a man in a black raincoat, after which she disappeared without a trace. Everyone suspected that the person who took my sister was the killer’s brother, but no one dared to voice this cruel truth. A year later, my mom chose to resign due to her overwhelming grief, while my dad continued to serve in the police force. Now, suddenly recalling this, my dad’s expression changed drastically. Capt. Lister observed him cautiously. After hesitating for a moment, he continued, “If it really is him, I’m afraid Lena will be in danger…

"Oh, for God's sake. Do you have any idea what kind of week I've had? Evan's graduation dinner is at the end of the month. If you pull one more stunt, I swear to God, I'll kill you myself." Then the line went dead. The warehouse fell quiet in the ugliest way. Lucas patted my face twice, almost fond. "Well. That's embarrassing." Evan slid the phone back into his pocket. "Told you. She'd rather lose him than inconvenience me." I didn't cry. I think I had gone too far past heartbreak by then. All that was left was the hollow sound of the last hope in me giving way. Lucas caught my chin. "Your sister wants you gone? We can do that."

Anyone who saw her would think she was normal but I knew nothing about those lifeless eyes in tired sockets was normal. She looked just as lifeless as he did. And I just stood. Unable to move a muscle. Unable to do a single thing. Even breathing felt like a sin at that very moment. My sister killed a man. The man she had killed over and over in her dreams and I wondered how in the world this happened with me just minutes away from her. I guess I was distracted. Too distracted to check up on my sister who I had thought was finally okay to stay on her own , according to her therapist. I guess he was wrong.

KAYDEN WOLF, WAS A COLOSSAL PAIN IN MY ASS! “Weird, 'cause you are known for courting limelight by nook or crook. I mean you wouldn’t have killed Samantha if you didn’t want all the attention to be on you.” He spat, and I found myself clenching my jaws so tight, fighting tooth and nail not to spill what was right on the tip of my tongue. “I did not kill my sister. The brakes of her car failed and she died in the accident. Deep down that rotten selfish heart of yours, you know it too.” I snarled with clenched teeth.