Little Sister A Novel Novels & Stories

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Svetlana stomped on them. “What the hell are you doing?” the soldier dragged her away. “Those are babies!” “Babies? What are you, daft?” Suddenly a horrible suspicion blossomed in her mind and she backed away from him. “Who are you?” she whispered. He saw the change in her face and lifted his hand. “Little sister . . . ” “Don’t call me this,” she screamed. “Patrol!” But there were no Patrols and no passers-by. The city lay empty around them: ice, iron, and broken concrete.

Needing people and making the need look like an invitation. She thought about growing up alongside her. Two sisters in a small apartment in Kyiv, sharing a bedroom that was too small and a life that was big enough anyway. Anna always more polished, more certain, more everything — or seeming so, which Irina now understood was not the same thing at all. Anna constructing the composed version of herself so thoroughly and so early that even the people closest to her had started to mistake the construction for the person. She thought about Zara. About the call.

my little sister greeted Clara gratefully, surprising me with her politeness after crying all the way earlier. "Aw that’s a cute name, well hello sunny! I'm Clara, and this is my little brother ion. Nice to meet you," Clara said, smiling at my sister. Observing their faces, I noticed similarities between the little boy and Clara. They both had similar eyelashes, sharp noses, and were good-looking. However, their behavior differed greatly. I couldn't help but wonder how the boy turned out to be more mature than his older sister, whose personality always bothered me, despite having nothing to do with her. It was mysterious.

Phones were everywhere now recording everything and probably being posted. "She's lying," someone muttered. "Poor Selena." "Her sister is dangerous." Lucas didn't look at me again. He wrapped his arm around Selena as she cried into his chest. I couldn’t take it anymore my chest tightened and the hallway felt smaller as I took a few steps back then I turned around an sprinted out of the room,the tiny murmurs followed me outside. "Is that her?" "That's the sister." "She looks fine for someone who tried to kill someone."

That was the social climb she had sought, even if it meant burning me alive, the 'perfect man' she had convinced herself she needed. "Let's get her into isolation and call in another doctor," I said to the nurse, my voice betraying none of my turmoil. However, then, Silvia clutched at my wrist, her once immaculate nails then broken and bare. "No, you're my sister. You have to cure me!" I let out a harsh laugh and shook off her grip. "And who do you think you are?" "I'm your sister! You have to save me! I don't trust anyone else!" Her eyes were wild, almost monstrous.

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."

He is reading the erotica novel, thumbing through the pages as if he is completely unbothered by the events of the past few minutes. Oh no! What the hell is wrong with this guy? Can't he just forget about the book? I don't even bother to struggle with him over the book this time around. I may do that again, and end up on the bed with him. We will end up even more entangled if I do. I don't want that to happen. Not when my sister is inside the room opposite mine. So, I stand there, arms crossed over my chest, just watching him. I can't believe the blank look on his face as he reads the book. He looks as innocent as he can be. I can't imagine anyone believing me if I told them that he had been

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

“I promise not to let even the strand of my hair dirty the book. I really just wanted to read.” “...” “M-Madame?” “Then can you wait until I am freed? I shall give you a book of mine. Please cherish it then.” Teary eyed, Billie hugged me. “I promise I will never let the others play with the book. You can trust me, I am a clean freak.” “Clean what? Where have you learned those?” “There’s this really cool sister at the orphanage and she speaks so cool like that.” Wait does she know that filth- no, that girl who speaks weirdly? What was her name again?