Mingyu Sister Novels & Stories

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

“No, Mo…” “Let me finish, dear,” she interrupted softly. I nodded, stayed quiet, and just listened. “I’m sure you already know Liam’s not my biological child,” she said slowly. “But I’ve loved my sons equally. I can’t stand it when I feel they’re being taken advantage of.” She gave a weak smile, the kind that tried to hide pain. My heart clenched a little. She continued. “After Liam’s mother passed—she was the King’s sister, my sister-in-law and best friend…”

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."

Her coy, deceitful nature repulsed me, yet she clung to me like a shadow. At our graduation party, she deliberately fell down a staircase in front of me. When everyone rushed over, her tearful accusations painted me as a cruel bully. I'd never forget the way Mitchell held her protectively that day, his gaze filled with disappointment, anger, and disdain as he looked at me. "You've let me down. I wish I didn't have a sister like you." But I didn't push her. That day, I waited at home for hours for Mitchell. He didn't come back. He didn't even answer my calls.

"In fact, you're in the right place. I need you to track someone down for me. I don't have any item for the scent, but I can describe her to you. She goes by the name Aurora Everley--" "Don't waste your time on that Rogue." The sudden statement from a familiar voice makes me stop. I turn around, and there I see Uncle Benjamin standing by the door. "What did you say?" I ask. "Rogue? What the hell are you talking about?" "Aurora Everley," he repeats, his tone telling me he's a hundred percent assured. "That's your girlfriend's sister, right? Well, I found out she is more than that." Stanley gets up. "Um, I should get going."

“Oh, so it's true that you are my sister's friend? Thank goodness I'm glad to hear that!” the girl suddenly tiptoed and tried to put her arm around Zhou Fu's shoulder who was taller than her. It seemed, it was an expression of her happiness because she felt sure that her sister was still alive. Yang Zi continued to embrace Zhou Fu even though Zhou Fu asked her to let go of the hug. Yang Zi became quite sure that Zhou Fu was really close to her sister because the man called her sister with Shen Shen, a nickname that not everyone knew.

" With difficulty and hesitation, YangYang look at her with expectation. Aunt Jo nodded. "Uuggggghhh!! Where is she? ZuZu ZuZu, where are you?" Sid Yang ran down the stairs straight towards the dinning room, her steps came to halt, when she saw her sister smiling brightly. The smile, which was as like an energy source, the brightest. Like a child just born. Yang ran and hugged her sister tightly, and said "ZuZu I missed you, I love you." Kissing all over ZouMi's face ,with a smile on her lips and tears of joy rolling down her eyes.

Our life together, finally clicking into place. Then I heard his voice, low and urgent. "Ava, don't. The door." My hand froze on the knob. Ava? My sister? I pushed the door open anyway. The champagne slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. It did not shatter, it just rolled slowly across the marble, coming to rest right against the bedroom doorframe like some cruel punctuation mark. There they were, Ryan and Ava, on the bed with her legs wrapped around him, his hands on her waist, and clothes half off. My sister. Twenty-four years old, the family favorite, always shining where I tried so hard not to take up too much space.

While I was packing, Serafina videocalled me. I answered. On her screen, someone was draping jewels around her neck. “Sister, you’re so slow—you haven’t chosen the wedding jewelry yet, so I’m trying some on for you!” I watched her preen in the mirror. I wanted to say: Two weeks ago, I told you I’d wear Mother’s set. Or: Did anyone ever ask what I wanted? But the words died. I’d asked. I’d been unhappy. I’d stood my ground. But they always said: “You’re the eldest daughter of the Corleone family—you should be generous with your sister.”