Kat Timpf Sister Novels & Stories

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

Countless werewolves knelt in reverence before us. From the doorway, I saw my sister glaring at us, her resentment clear. I knew she wouldn't give up so easily. As expected, the next day she called me. She said, "Thalia, I've realized my mistakes. I'm preparing to go abroad. Could you and Kane have one last meal with me?" "Sure." I agreed without hesitation. The next morning, I asked Kane to take me to see her. He would now grant me any request, doting on me more than ever.

I accused with crossed arms “Sorry about that, anyways I came to witness Damian’s entry to our school.” She giggled. We are a fraternal twin. “Yes, girl. You’re going to be star of the moment.” Her friends, Tasha and Kelvin came to give her high-five. I forced a smile. My sister, and her squad call themselves “The Refined.” They are the most dangerous clique at Euphoren High. Stephanie kept talking with her friends, having forgotten about me.

My chest felt too tight, like it might collapse under the weight of everything I had carried alone. Aunt Linda rocked me gently, stroking my matted, tangled hair with trembling hands. Her own tears fell hot onto my shoulder. “I know, sweetheart. I’ve always known you could never hurt your sister. Not in a thousand lifetimes. But the pack… Ryder… grief has blinded them all. They won’t listen to reason.” She pulled back just enough to cup my sunken cheeks in her palms, her thumbs gently wiping away the endless stream of my tears. Her eyes widened with fresh horror as she truly took me in—the fingerprint bruises, the raw bite marks, the way my body had been reduced to skin and bones.

Her eyes seemed puffy and she looked like she was stressed out, "geez calm down, I'm fine, it was too late to return home from the party so I just spent the night out..." "Where?" She frowned at me, her hands still folded across her chest, "because I called Stella around eleven p.m and she said she couldn't find either one of you, you and Daniel." I moved close to her with a frown on my face, "so what on earth are you trying to insinuate?" "Sarah, I'm your sister, you have to always remember that." The way I glared at her, her eyes softened as if she was just properly thinking about it.

"A family reunion. How touching." I'm drowning in confusion, my mind struggling to process what's happening. Half-brother, half-sister, rival packs, it's like I've stumbled into some twisted fairy tale where I'm apparently the prize everyone wants to claim. "I'm not going anywhere with any of you," I say, surprised by how steady my voice sounds when everything inside me feels like it's crumbling. "I don't even know you people." Eric's amber eyes soften as they focus on me. "Tiffany, I know this is overwhelming. But you're my sister—my blood sister. Mom has been searching for you for eighteen years."

Weeping, she explained, "Truman, I'm Brother's assistant now. Wherever Brother goes, I go." "Is that so? Grace, those five clients were all lost because you leaked the signed contract addresses to Tim. Our Goodman family has become endangered because of you. I've investigated everything, and I've found out that Tim and you are related by blood. You're Tim's sister." "You're not an orphan. Tim wants to swallow our Goodman family, and you're his informant. Since you want to work with outsiders to take over our Goodman family, I won't be polite to you anymore. Also, you two siblings have repeatedly targeted my real sister. I won't let that go either, because you know who my real sister is."

Fiona My name is Fiona. Last month, at 8pm, I received a call from my identical twin sister that she has decided to run away from her husband, Alpha Cult of the Sovereign pack in New Orleans. They were betrothed by a promise made by our parents eighteen years ago when we were little children. I was not present on that day when Fey, my twin sister and Alpha Cult were betrothed, our parents had an huge argument and that was when my mother decided to leave with me to another country. That was the last time I saw my sister, eighteen years ago.

Stephen was a little apologetic, “It was because I saw you hugging Terry earlier, so I couldn't hide the anger in my heart! But why did you hug this janitor just now, could it be the two of you…” Terry quickly explained, “Stephen don't misunderstand my relationship with Dr Tim. Actually, because Dr Tim helped my sister with money for surgery, I thanked him and hugged Dr Tim. It's as simple as that!" Stephen nodded, “So it is. I was too sceptical. How could Tim betray my sister and do these things? Isn't that right, Tim?" When Tim heard that, he softly replied, “Of course! Linda is a good girl…”

Tiffany countered "Yeah? We'll see about that." I laughed at their playful banter. I love my friends so much. "Guys, I forgot to tell you that I have a sister," I stated, and they paused. "A sister? How?" "When?" Paige added. "Well, I visited my childhood home, and I met my mom's stepdaughter. She told me that my mom had another daughter after she left my dad. They kept it low-key, though." "Oh my goodness!" Tiffany yelled.