In My Sister’s Place Novels & Stories

I think I need to see my sister, and talk to her about this, she really needs to advise me on what this shit is all about. Storming out of my room, I walked out of the house, and straight to the parking lot, where my cars were parked, and hopping on one of them, I drove crazily out of the house, and soon, I was on my way to my sister's house. Well, Laurette, my sister is married to my beta, who happens to be her mate. I don't know how they're coping, considering how hard and annoying my sister can be. I must give an accolade to Freddy, my beta, he's really trying, staying under same roof with that bunch of frustration. After driving for what seemed like forever, I finally arrived the place,

I take a deep breath and try again. “My sister got kicked out of my parent’s house, she’s pregnant and she needs a place to stay. So she moved in with me. Every time she’s around I get a little crazy, I’m stressed out of my mind. And for that reason I am not in the right mind to spend time with anyone.” I say and he looks at me thoughtful.

Mark was right, the thought of my sister led me to meet her as I descended into a deep sleep. ***** [A Nightmare] I got a call from my sister asking me to go to her husband's house. I have to say, she sounded a bit off on the phone, but that didn't stop me from going there. I asked her why she wanted me to go there but she simply told me that it was her husband's special day and she wanted me to be there and join in the celebration. And what was so special about his 27th birthday? I scoffed and rolled my eyes at the irony. I mean, why should I be there? It's her husband's special day, not mine. So why should I bother?

I was meeting my younger sister Niamh for a drink after work at one of London’s swanky hotels. Now, you might think there is nothing unusual about two sisters catching up over a cocktail but it’s nothing short of a miracle I still have a sister. It’s also a miracle Niamh could not only book the venue but get there without her support worker. And it’s an even bigger miracle I arrived at the hotel more or less on time.

I smiled then we were holding hands. After expressed the longing, we got back to the city by a bus, because Clarke can’t stand on her feet for now, I took her to my apartment because I love having my sister around, and if one day she finds a job, I would love to share my place with her so that she’s not struggle thinking about the rent. But before we go to my apartment, I took my sister to the mall and my favorite ice cream store becomes the first place we visited then we started remembering our past.

- Comments my sister, mysterious. — Why would it be impossible? - I question facing my sister, curious. — We arrived. - Says my sister parking the car. She helps me with all the bags, and then we go into my building. As soon as we get to my floor, I notice she doesn’t come down from the elevator: — I’ll stay here. Good night, sis. - This is my sister pressing the button to the first floor. — Thank you for today. It was great to spend it with you.

But at least here, at my sister’s place, I could pretend for a few hours that none of it had happened. The moment I stepped inside, my jaw nearly dropped. The entire house looked like it had been plucked out of a wedding magazine—warm lights draped along the walls, fresh flowers spilling from vases, the scent of roasted lamb and herbs heavy in the air. “Jennifer! You’re here!” My sister’s voice floated from the kitchen as she rushed past, arms full of folded napkins. She barely slowed down to kiss my cheek before darting off toward the dining room. “What’s going on?” I asked, trailing after her.

I start turning around before waiting for her next words. They don’t come. It’s a firm yet gentle grip that brings me back around to look into his face. “Why are you always in places you’re not wanted?” I snap with a little more force than necessary before I truly take in his features. Shit. He looks like shit. It still does nothing to mask the beautiful smile he gives me. “This is my sister’s house, you know.” Right. “Let go of me, I have somewhere to be at right now.”

“I live in Indiana, about an hour or two away depending on traffic. I own a bookstore and have lived in Thorne Hill for quite some time now.” Scott’s jaw falls open and he flashes a how dare you look my way. I cross my arms and cock an eyebrow. Two can play this game, asshole. And I am. Not. In. The. Mood. He recovers fast, laughing and patting my shoulder. “My sister has always been the humble one. Yes, she resides in the countryside but spends most of her time traveling and helping the less fortunate.” “Stop lying, Scott.” I feel magic burning at my fingertips. Ella looks back and forth between my brother and me, not sure what’s going on.

She wraps her hands around me, and she cries silently. "What is this place?" I hear my sister ask. I pull away to check the place out. It looks like an old walk-in closet with a small mattress that doesn't look too soft. There is a chair and a desk with books, a small mirror on the other side, and a few clothes hanging. The place doesn't have much light but it's clean and smells like cranberry.