Jack Frost Sister Novels & Stories

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"Elena!" A gut-wrenching scream cut through the street noise. I turned my head. A walking corpse knelt ten meters away, held back by three of my bodyguards. Matted hair. Sunken cheeks. The dark, bruised eyes of a junkie. It was Bella. "Elena!" she struggled, trying to get to me. "Look at me! Look at what I've become!" I watched her, my face a blank mask. "I don't know you." "You don't know me?" Bella let out a sharp, cawing laugh. "Elena, I'm your sister! Your beloved Bella!"

she said in a voice that didn't sound like hers. I almost chuckled. I proceeded to tell her why exactly I couldn't leave her in that position, even though I knew deep down that she was capable. She looked broken. I wanted to enjoy her misery, but I couldn't. I shrugged it off and walked out, but not before making sure I stripped her of that control she didn't know she had. I left there and went back to Stone Holdings. I buried myself in work until I got a reminder from my calendar. Isabel's birthday was coming soon.

I would rather slit my throat and die than call her 'sister'. "Honey, why don't you take a shower and come out for dinner?" Her mother said. She still hadn't broken her gaze from mine. She was as surprised as I was. Fate really hated me. A controlling father. A condescending brother. A fake would-be step-sister. It was all too much for one person. Frosty stormed out of the dining room. She probably wasn't going to come out of her room until we left, which was totally fine by me. It wasn't that I liked seeing her around.

She chuckled darkly when I didn't respond. I was shocked and I couldn't formulate words. I knew what I just got myself into. She had the power to end everything with me and Alessandra. "Wondering how I knew it was you?" "What are you talking about?" I tried to calm my racing heart. I was not scared of the manipulative bitch Infront of me but I was scared of loosing Alessandra. I refused to loose her again. "Don't play smart with me I know you have been screwing my sister's brains out. She hasn't stopped bragging about you at dinner and it's begining to sicken me!"

Minutes from now, I am going to meet her again. Kristoff said it’s time for me to accept it. Accept that she is my sister. Accept that we share the same blood. But, don’t they think that’s too hard for me to do? Don’t they realize how much stress that would give me? Bianca Lee, the supermodel and owner of the famous Jewel Shoppe, is my sister. Who isn’t going to be threatened? Who isn’t going to be hurt? I am a girl. I am a woman. I am a wife. I am a daughter. And it hurts me to know that she is my sister in every way possible.

The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the silence, every second pressing down on us like a hammer. Finally, I managed to breathe out, “Clara… are you sure?” She gave me a sharp, broken laugh. “You think I’d be sitting here if I wasn’t?” Her voice cracked. “What am I supposed to do? What are we supposed to do?” I buried my face in my hands. My fiancée was upstairs, sleeping peacefully, dreaming about a future with me — a wedding, a home, a family. And here I was, sitting in the dark with her sister, staring at the proof of a betrayal that could destroy everything.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

The girls felt contempt toward Winter while being left at a loss as to where they should undergo their internships. Just as Frank overheard their conversation, Jessica spotted him and did a double take. "Hey, isn't that Winter's brother?" Still, she soon scoffed. "You've really gone all out just to get your sister a job!" "Yeah, sending her giftwrapped to some geezer's bed… No one comes close to matching your tenacity." The mockery left Frank confused, though he soon realized that they had misunderstood as they kept yapping away.

"Celeste?" The voice snapped me back, sharp as a whip. I turned and froze. A man leaned against a flashy crimson sports car, brown leather jacket catching the light, combat boots dusty from the road. His sunglasses dangled carelessly from his fingers as his sharp eyes raked over me in shock. Elias Frost. The boy who had once called me sister for eighteen years. My younger brother. My jailer now. I didn't want to believe it was him-not with that half-familiar face twisted in surprise, not with the disbelief dripping from his tone.