Judge Faith Sister Novels & Stories

I will never forget how my life changed after my sister left. At the start, they kept me from school before sending me to work at a construction site. When I came back, they made me eat scraps meant for the dog at the doorstep. I cried as I ate, feeling nothing but grievance in my heart. "Does it hurt?” Mom had taunted. “But did you suffer as much as your sister did? She was burned alive in that fire! She was only 19, and in the prime of her life!" Dad was standing beside her, equally furious. "Scott, if you hadn’t insisted on going out to buy figurines, your sister wouldn’t have died. I wish it was you who had died back then!"

"It's only 400ml of your blood. How can you refuse? Is it some sick desire of yours to watch me suffer and look pathetic in front of everyone?" I opened my eyes to find my sister, Jenna Lane, in tears, accusing me again. My older brother, Tyler Lane, stormed over and kicked me. "She's your sister, Sienna Lane. All she wants is to live. It's just a little blood. Why can't you agree to such a small request?"

Her grief was mixed with guilt and secrets. As we took our seats, Hunter’s eyes met mine briefly. Something flashed across his face before his gaze slid away. We’d barely spoken since the hospital. The weight of Chicago hung between us, a shared shame neither of us could touch or speak about. The service began. Some pastor spoke of Helena’s life, her charitable works, her devotion to family. I wondered if he’d ever met my sister, or if he was just reciting the sanitized biography my mother had provided. It sure as hell didn’t sound like the Helena I knew. I loved my sister, but finding out she’d been cheating on Hunter had opened my eyes. The thing is... was I any better after what had happe

“But-“ “If you still have doubts, walk away, I won’t stop you after all you’re a human, I can not force you to help me, right?” My hands sweat. “But tell me one thing, what would happen if he your life never change? Do you want to spend rest of your life as his mistress? Or his whore? Just warm his bed and get raped by him-“ I shook my head, unable to listen anymore. “Stop-“ Judas raled his sister? Oh lord. Please. This couldn’t be true. But didn’t he forced me to sleep with him too? What about all those pictures? But why… why I didn’t want to believe that? Why?

Whispers started spreading around us. "Keith's 'sister' is here again. She brings him lunch every day. That's pretty caring." "Caring enough to take it to his bed, apparently." "I always thought something was off. Who treats someone they're not even related to that well? There has to be something going on." Every word cut like a blade, and in that moment, I realized I was the last to know the truth about Keith and Caroline’s relationship. Caroline saw me, and her smile stiffened for a split second before it bloomed again.

she said, with the specific acceptance of a child filing information and moving on. She looked back at Irina. Still crouched. Still eye level. "My mummy talked about you," Zara said. Irina went very still. "She did?" she said carefully. "She told me about you," Zara said. "She said you were her sister. She said—" Zara paused. Thinking. The specific concentration of a child recalling something they'd been told and wanting to get it right. "She said you were the person who always showed up." The arrivals hall went quiet.

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

Caleb whispered, his voice thick. I looked at the faces around me. At Mrs. Moretti’s pale, dignified fear. At the young flower girl, now clinging to her mother’s skirt. At Caleb, whose eyes held not fear for himself, but a devastating anguish for me. This was my new family. This peace, this respect, was what I had traded my old life for. I would not see it buried in stone and blood because of a ghost I’d foolishly allowed to haunt me.

Her eyes twinkled with delight at the suggestion, and we set to work immediately. "So you not only make hair, you also do nails, huh?” She was so impressed. “Yeah…not a big deal, right?" She huffed. “Of course, it is. Look at Faith here. He is so useless. He's got three sisters but can't get a single thing done for us. And they say guys with sisters have higher tendencies of learning stuff like this. But his case differs. I heard you had a sister. What about her? Did she leave with your mum?"

After our family went bankrupt under millions of dollars of debt, I risked my life to protect my little sister from the ruthless loan sharks. She, however, floated above the squalor—a saint who treated money like filth. I was beaten half to death trying to guard the last thousands of our savings. Once the money was secured, she handed every last dime to a pitiful distant uncle. I saved us from the goons with a smashed glass bottle, shielding her all the way to the police station. Instead of thanking me, she called me barbaric, insisting I should have sat them down for a civilized conversation. I toiled for months pulling three grueling shifts a day to settle our father’s debts, while she lou