I Love My Little Sister Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was a weight I didn't even know was there to begin with. I wrapped an arm around my sister as she leaned her head down on my shoulder. "Mirah, I've always looked up to you. Never forget that." "I love you, little sister."

"That sibling love. Making fun of each other's worst qualities." I smiled and welcomed her when she crawled into my lap, straddling me before burying her face into my neck. My arms wrapped around her automatically, holding her against me tight enough to feel her heartbeat in tune with mine. Now that everything had settled, life felt perfect. For once, everything was finally as it should be. My little family, my friends and my sister were all I really needed to face anything in the world. And I wouldn't have it any other way. "I love you," Lyla murmured to me, kissing my neck. I squeezed her tighter. "I love you more."

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

" Mehek Sisso is my elder sister so was always there for me and always supported me and always love me and pamper me like a mother. " I CAN'T EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE TOWARDS TO YOU ALL" I LOVE YOU ALL, YOU ALL BE IN MY HEART ALWAYS.

The brightness in her eyes tells that she loves learning. "You love to learn new things?" I ask, even though I already know the answer. "Uh-huh." She nods her head in yes, "I love learning about different things. It makes me feel worth it." Another similarity that I should tick off between us, it seems like my little sister robbed almost all of my traits. "My life has never been this perfect, you know. Now my only wish is to see my brother once." She smiles wistfully, "I wish I meet him soon... but above all, I wish he is happy wherever he is... just like I am now."

She offers. “Thanks, but I’m pretty much finished. All I really have left is my bathroom stuff and I will need that in the morning.” “Oh, okay, well, I guess I will see you in the morning before I leave for school.” My sister starts for the door. “Elise,” I call out. She turns back, “Yes?” “I love you.” I say, and I mean it. Whatever is going on with my baby sister, isn’t going to stop me from loving her.

I pulled out the chair next to Nat and took her hands in mine. “You are my sister. Also my best friend and one of my most favourite people. I may have another sister out there, or I might not. But Nat, you and me will always be sisters” I told her earnestly. She sniffed and smiled and pulled me into her for a firm hug. “I love you sis” she whispered. I chuckled softly and squeezed her tight. “I love you back” I said and pulled myself from her vice like grip. She may be a little pissed at me right now, but Nat is Nat. I will love her always, no matter what.

The warmth of our connection. "I love you, Brandon," Betsy said. Her voice was so thin, I wondered if she even realized she'd said it. "Love you, too, Bets," I said. And startled to realize that I meant it. I was in love with my little sister. Whatever came of that, the consequences were already inescapable. We stayed together the whole night. My sister drooled on my arm a bit while she slept. I didn't care. *

He dropped to his knees beside my bed. "Grace, come home with me, okay? We have the same blood type. I'll give you my entire liver if I have to. You're my real sister. I won't let you die. From now on, I won't care about anyone else. I'll only stay by your side, okay?" Something inside me snapped. I shoved him away and started screaming like a madwoman. "I'm already dying! What's the point of playing the good brother now? Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"