Love Sister Novels & Stories

It better not be who just crossed my mind. Alicia smiled, [Trust me, it is.] Anna: [Hold the fuck uppppppppp….is it…….] Anna: [Betty!!!] Alicia: [Betty!!!] Their phones vibrated at the same time with the same name and Alicia laughed at that, they were really soul sisters. Alicia: [I knew you’d guess right…funny enough, it’s not just her…guess who else?] Anna: [She only has one actual friend she hasn’t betrayed by fucking who they’re fucking and that’s Sophia, the sister’s sorority leader.]

"Fine. I'll apologize." Thousands of viewers flooded the livestream in seconds. I took a deep breath. My voice was shaking. "My name is Jennifer Rocher. I admit here and now that I have harmed my daughter, Ellie, as well as Lydia Winston. I sincerely apologize to both of them." Lydia dabbed at her dry eyes. "Jennifer, I don't blame you. I will raise Ellie well. Harvey says she looks just like me. Maybe that's fate—maybe we were always meant to be mother and daughter."

It didn't. "Allison," he said, not questioningly but just stating her name. "Allison." It was like his saying her name had unlocked something that refused to lock up again. "Fourteen years. We were fourteen in the hallway at school, two Ukrainian girls agreeing we could get along, and I haven't seen her in six months and all the time-" she trailed off and then forced herself to continue, "all the time she's been pulling strings and showing up with sandwiches at the hospital like I didn't already have a sister in my life messing everything up."

"You hit me?" I let out a cold, mocking smile and said nothing. I raised my hand again. Before it could fall, someone grabbed my wrist. Lillian's face was cold and tense. "Silas, you've gone too far. You skipped our wedding and made me a laughingstock. And now you're hitting your own sister?" I looked at the woman I had grown up with. My chest tightened. I was about to explain myself–when Liam suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me.

Her love for me is so achingly pure, and that purity makes separation agony. Salem slapped me on the shoulder and leaned close. My sister is a goddess, he whispered. Men will want her, and they’ll do anything for her. My hand went around his neck as a warning. I tightened my grip and said, Say that again, and I will snap it. Don’t push it, I said, then let go of his neck. Whoa, your dark side is powerful, just testing it, brother, chill. Liam and the others showed up: Dennis and three more from the old group.

ROSALIA I didn’t see this coming. I never imagined Bastian would share my secret about Devin with Rosentine. Was he so in love with her that he’d betray me like this? I guess I had gotten too sure of myself, believing he would always stand by me, always have my back. But things had shifted, and it was all because of my sister. My sister, who knew how to ruin everything for me. I forced a smile, swallowing down the knot in my throat.

The silent dancer was no other person but Damon’s sister… SELENE!!!

I am truly, sorry. Love Sienna, your big sister*

"She was also your sister." I moved closer and reached for her hand. "And she used you. They both did." "I know." Her voice cracked. "I wanted to help you and her. I loved my sister...or at least I loved the person I thought she was. I wanted to matter to my family." The confession really got to me. I totally get it. Helena's lies were all coming out now. "You matter," I said firmly. "You've always mattered."

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.