In My Sister’s Place Novels & Stories

Me: yeah and mister, you don’t drive and text, okay? Jace: Okay Ma’am. I smiled at his text, and soon the reality hit me again. I realized my sister had gone missing without a trace. Technically, I can’t say she's missing because she must have gone somewhere in her will. I knew the exact place she could be at—the Mayor’s mansion. Even the thought of going back to that place covered my whole body in goosebumps. But if she's there, I have to get her out before she makes a deadly mistake.

“I don't know. Her sister lives right here in the city. So, she gets to see her pretty regularly, if I recall correctly she's right downtown, near the library.” “Oh, that is close,” I noted. “I agree. Look, I'm sorry, I don't have a lot of time to talk this morning–” “Oh no, that's fine,” I said as I stood up. “I did just really want to apologize.” “Thank you,” he smiled. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

Nan’s POV My sister's studio apartment was small, but it was cozy. She kept it warm and it always smelled nice. Now the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled my nose. She had a picture of us and Patti from a trip to a theme park a year or two ago, framed on her coffee table. The picture normally made me smile, now it just made me sad. "Thanks Kay." I shook myself out of my thoughts and smiled as my sister placed a coffee in front of me. "It's just all been so hectic lately."

This felt huge. “Are you close to your sister?” I found myself asking as we got out of the car. “We used to be,” he told me. “But life happens, and we drifted apart.” “I’m sorry,” I told him with sincerity. “She’s certainly not as bad as your sister.” I laughed at that and nodded. “Nobody is as bad as my sister,” I agreed. He took my arm and guided me to the front door. His sister lived in a cute cottage in the forest just outside of a small town. He knocked on the door and we waited with bated breath for someone to answer the door.

Adrian looked at me with squinted eyes, “What do you mean? Are you…are you running away?” I chuckled, pulling away from his grip as I walked to the mirror staring at my reflection. “I'm not running away but my sister is in Honolulu and I plan to bring her home.”

I say dramatically making both us crack up laughing. As we approach the marque I can hear Catalina shouting at the poor people inside. As both of us get into the marque I spot my sister in the far corner. Standing rollers in her hair, clipboard in her hand pointing at some table decoration. If it wasn’t for how ridiculous my sister looked I would have gone to save the poor omega she is screeching at.

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!"

"Understood. The café is a one-minute walk straight ahead. I will remain parked here until you conclude your meeting." "Thank you." I offer him a genuine smile, heave the heavy influencer equipment into my arms, and walk down the block. It is exactly 10:00 AM when I slide into the café booth. "Is that... oh my god!" My sister sees the professional ring lights before she even looks at my face. "BIG SIS!" she screams, drawing stares from the elite patrons as she throws her arms around my neck. She immediately snatches the boxes and starts tearing the tape off right on the café table.

Sometimes I forgot they came from my body and not from a secret lab experiment that mixed Italian DNA with Red Bull. “Dios mío…” I muttered. I turned down the heat, set the spatula aside, and walked toward them. “Okay, little gladiators, that’s enough.” Before I could reach them, slow footsteps sounded on the stairs. “Why does every morning at my sister’s house sound like a small riot?”

“It’s smaller than I imagined. Everything about your life is. I’m amazed anyone fits.” The apartment seemed to shrink around the word. Wren saw it as her sister must: the sagging couch, the peeling window frame, the radiator that knocked, the single shelf of paperbacks with cracked spines. She had never been ashamed of any of it. She was not going to start now, in her own home, in front of a girl who had never once had to choose between heat and groceries.