My Beautiful Sister Novels & Stories

Looked at her sister one more time — at the strong jaw and the tired eyes and the woman who had been through more in the last six weeks than most people went through in a lifetime and was still, fundamentally, completely Anna. "I love you," she said. She didn't say it often. Neither of them did. It was a Sabalenka thing — love expressed through showing up rather than saying, through presence rather than declaration. Anna looked at her. "I love you too," she said. "You absolute disaster of a sister." Irina walked out smiling. They left the hospital at midnight. The three of them in Curtis's car, Atlanta doing its deep night thing outside, quiet and amber and indifferent. Nobody spoke for a wh

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

When Mom gave birth to my baby sister, Jocelyn Hanson, she'd reserved an entire floor of the hospital. The next day, a young, handsome nurse named Mike Sutton kept watching her. He told Mom she needed to rest and insisted on taking Jocelyn next door to feed her. Back then, I didn't know any better, and Mom saw no reason to be suspicious. So she let him take Jocelyn. That same day, Mike vanished with Jocelyn. We never saw either of them again. Mom never forgave herself. She sank into a deep depression and eventually took her own life. Dad couldn't handle what had happened. He left me with Grandma, then took his own life too. Just like that, I lost everyone. I shut myself off from the wo

My sister screamed at me in fear,the lights fading from my eyes. ******************** **AUTHOURESS'S POV** Beauty was unconcious for days before she finally recovered,it seemed to be miracle how she managed to obtain just minor injuries after that hit from a moving vehicle. The doctors and nurses too were also part of her survival. That day her twin sister Shells was there with seated beside her silently comparing their similarities,she finally was able to come to a conclusion that Beauty was the chubby version of her with nothing else to differentiate between both of them.

I smiled and turned to the other sisters I have seen but haven't had a conversation with. “Sisters, I am Beauty. I hope you welcome me to your midst.” The sister with purple eyes and hair smiled and nodded, “I am Violet, you can talk to me anytime.” “Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about the treatment you use for your hair that makes it so dark and shiny! But Black rêve always stops me from doing so, she says I'll scare you away.” The one with bright red lips and a fan in her hand said cheerfully.

I almost cried when I realized today was the death anniversary of my late sister Stella. Growing up, my older sister, Stella, always seemed to have it all. She was the golden child, the apple of my mother's eye. While I tried to find my place among the shadows, Stella effortlessly commanded attention. She had inherited our mother's stunning looks and confident demeanor, making her the epitome of their shared aspirations.

She already seems to have convinced herself that's she's got me wrapped around her finger. I politely smile at her before exiting. I should go to my dorm first and freshen up. Hailee's P.O.V. After eating Gale and I stick around at the cafeteria as I tell him all about Halsey and Lisa. I also learn about his younger sister, Holly. She's beautiful, blonde and has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. "She's definitely going to break hearts." I kid. Gale laughs. "Or she'll be more like me. You know? Sweet, charming, gentle, caring, loving."

Her words hurt me but it was the brutal truth I chose to turn a blind eye to. I try to stop crying but I couldn't, and now mom's words only makes me feel worse about myself, thinking I'm a terrible sister. Wasn't I worthy enough of Michael? I know I wasn't as beautiful as Seraphina, with her golden locks, fair porcelain skin and of course, on her way to become a top model. I had white milky skin, freckles all over my face and pale-yellow blonde hair. Yeah, I wasn't that pretty but didn't I deserve to still be loved by a man? “We're here, miss.” The driver pulls me out of my thoughts and I stare to my left, my friend, Susie's apartment building stands tall in front of me.

We shared the closest bond life had to offer. "Cara, do you think mother would be proud of you for this?" I had to point out, sniffing at the demon my sister had become. "I don't care about what she thinks, especially not now." She rolled her eyes and creased her arms across her chest, ignoring the memories we had shared since life had begun. "You are letting all of this happen, over a man?" I shook my head pitifully at my sister. She seemed to have lost the person she was all because of someone who was probably resting in bed at the moment

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