Killuas Sister Novels & Stories

Like any doting brother, whether they were related by blood or not, he will always brag about his sister, Mikel. Mikel where did she hear that name before? Betty Ann thought to herself. It took a few minutes to connect the dots and she didn't like it one bit. That was the girl clinging onto her Killian. Learning that this man was her brother completely turned her off. How can this woman simply claim Killian just as he came back home? A wave of desperation took over her. She thought she had time to put things in her favor when she saw him coincidentally at the drugstore.

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

Apparently, to Poppy, this professional appearance meant I had no femininity whatsoever. I smiled and did not respond. Ralph spoke up instead. "Poppy, how could you talk to your sister like that?" Poppy kicked him. "Whose side are you on? Don't tell me you're into my sister now." Ralph's face turned bright red instantly. "No! She's your sister. How could you even think that about me?" While the two of them argued, James and his trust fund friends were already walking toward us. "Wow, she's gorgeous!"

Winona did not believe me and even thought I was a conwoman. "Who are you? Why should I believe you? Yvonne is my best friend. Why would she poison me? Harass me any further and I'll call the police." I looked at her and said, "I'm Yvonne's younger sister, Greta. If you don't believe me, look into her bag. The poison is in there." Winona did not believe me and laughed coldly. "You're Yvonne's sister? She has never mentioned having a sister. You didn't even bother to make up a good lie."

I looked up, meeting her gaze. "What?" Her lips curved into a smirk. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I killed my sister. Do I need to explain it?!" she yelled loudly. I remained silent. The woman in front of me wasn't Eliana, and that explained her cruel behavior. "A-Aliana?" She jumped excitedly, clapping her hands. "Bingo." "I killed my sister, Eliana, and I ran her over with my truck." I was filled with anger. "You bitch!"

I exhaled deeply and the next thing I heard was Kaitlyn whimpering beside me. “Is this really you?!” She muttered turning to me, I turned to face her and nodded slowly. “It’s me Kait, it’s me your Hillary,” I said to her, she pushed her chair backwards immediately as she got up to her feet and stumbled backwards. “No, no ,” she muttered continuously as her whimpering turned to sobbing. “I tried to kill my own sister, what does that make me? I was so blinded by my rage I couldn’t even feel any connection,”

“Yeah, she killed someone and Miss Quinn is currently helping her clean up the mess.” “Fuck,” He grumbled. “Clean it up and get her to her unit. Make sure that she won’t be able to leave the residence.” “Yes, sir.” She sat up upon realizing that she heard half of it. “Your sister killed someone?” She asked. “Uh, she did. One of the lurkers who was spying on your unit.” She froze. “But, hey. She just has some attitude.” He crawled to her and kissed her forehead. “You are safe.”

Her family would also be there, as well as her brother, Lucifer Esemond. Lucifer loved her so much that he always gave in to his little sister's every whim. Her brother could definitely get rid of that one obstacle that plagued her. "I'll tell my brother to get rid of her. As far as possible. Kill her if necessary." ***** Kiara went back to work as usual. Ignoring all the snide glances and murmurs about her, she cooked, scrubbed the floors and did the laundry from the sun up. There was just too much to be done ahead of the party.

I ask wanting to skip over the subject of my sister. I didn’t have a problem with Killian touching or speaking with my sister because she didn’t look at him the same way she looked at Jamerson. She had a crush on him, Killian was more of an annoying brother. Plus, Killian wouldn’t touch her, she was too innocent. He knew his place.

Max mutters, but he scoots closer too, pressing his head against my cheek so he can fit into the frame. I hit the video call button. The screen flips to my little sister’s face: black wavy hair piled into a lazy bun, red lipstick, oversized T-shirt. Behind her I catch a glimpse of the living room back home in Medellín: gray sofa, big plant, and something moving in the corner of the frame… oh, Mamá. “¡Mis amores!” Fiona’s voice jumps an octave the moment she sees Max and Issa. “MIRA, GEMELITOS!”