My Beautiful Sister Novels & Stories

“Are you joining a beauty pageant?” My younger sister is the most beautiful girl among our family, Hazel is the portrait of our papa’s mother Sophia McCoy, the nut-brown shoulder-length hair which is lazily sitting on the top of her hair in a messy bun, the amber round eyes, tall tan torso strictly 5 feet 6, on top of her sharp mouth and insurgent attitude is the cherry in ice cream. “I have dinner to attend tonight,” I confess to her. Hazel looks around my messy room with wide eyes. Every piece of attire that has a red tint on my closet covers my room like a drape. My white bedroom is now blood red.

For her,those were the qualities a woman should possess to become the little miss' step mother. Lily pondered over the questions, ofcourse her beautiful sister was that and much more. " My beautiful sister is beautiful, good at cooking,kind and caring. She is also good at telling jokes." Lily explained with pride. Their short stay yesterday Made her love her beautiful sister even More. " That's good then. You should bring her here one of these days." Aunt Meng replied. If Lily was satisfied with this so called beautiful sister, then she must be an extraordinary person. Afterall, their Lily was a picky person and to catch her attention was a hard task.

Despite this, disappointment arises as soon as she hears her brother speaking. "Yeah, alright. I get it. He is the most beautiful, cute, handsome and adorable person you have even seen. But you see, my not so adorable sister, what the fuck it has to do with me? Why are you making my ears bleed?" Killian finally voices out his annoyance. From the corner of his eyes, he sees her nostrils flaring in anger. He makes distance between himself and his sister when he catches her moving her arm to hit him rather than folding her clothes clumsily.

If there is any pain in the world for her, I hope I can stand in front of her to help her share some. "It's too late. I'm sleepy." I yawned on purpose. "Oh, I'm sorry, I've taken up too much of your time. Nuri must be waiting for you in your room," my sister said with a smile, and then nudged me on the back. "Go and find your husband." I stood up and took a few steps forward, then looked back at her and waved good night. In the moonlight, my sister is like a rose. She seemed ready to be knocked down by the storm, but she still showed a kind of strength and beauty.

"Hey, Mel." "I just saw your photoshoot pictures! Oh my God, you look amazing." I chuckled lightly. "Thanks." "I mean it! I'm so proud of you, Maya. You've worked so hard after everything… and look at you now! You've really proven them all wrong." I paused for a moment, letting her words sink in. There was warmth in her voice, a sincerity I rarely felt from anyone—and it came from Mellan—my sister, who had probably spent most of her life feeling like a shadow behind me.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

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!”

Candice smiled happily at him while choking back a sob, "I'm fine, Russell. Please don't blame Annie. She just has a bad temper…" Candice sighed softly and continued with a troubled, yet helpless tone, "She's actually my younger sister, and she has always been this way. She wants everything for herself because my parents pamper her too much. Do you know she paid for the wedding with my tuition fees? She also has a habit of stealing my boyfriends." She lowered her head as her voice trembled, "I had no choice but to leave my home to become a traveling army doctor… I just… I don't want to be bullied by her anymore…"

Her throat tightened painfully as years of silence pressed against her chest. “No one ever listened to me,” she said, quieter now, almost broken. “Not once.” And then the memories came back like a flood she could no longer hold back. Ten years ago. The Crimson Moon Festival. A night meant for celebration, for bonds, for fate to decide what hearts belonged together. She had been young then. Naive enough to believe she could still be seen. Still be wanted. Still matter. But Darius Blackthorne had never looked at her. He only looked at Selene.

I tried to be calm Later ,I went home. The next morning, I woke up to find beauty pointing a gun at me. I jumped down. “ what are you trying to do beauty” I asked as I pant Her face is all red and swelling with sobbing “ tell me, you impregnated my sister” she asked as she shaked with anger. “ I can explain” I said “ explain what? That you impregnated my sister and rejected it” she said shaking. I stared at the trigger in her hands. “ that you make her commit suicide” she said as she sob.