My Beautiful Sister Novels & Stories

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says Dean. “Bye, go! See you soon. Don't forget to bring your beautiful girlfriend,” Sister Sol replied before the call was cut off. "You like it when Sol and mom tell you you're beautiful." "Was it a lie then?" "Slight." “Slight?! So, who is beautiful? your CHILDHOOD FRIEND who has bigger tits and ass than me?” “Calm down. I said they were slightly wrong because you're not just beautiful... You're more than just the word beautiful. You are mad right away,” said Dean while laughing out loud.

Seeing my sister like this made feel so sad and made me pity her. “It is alright. Everything is fine now. But then, you should keep it behind your mind that we are both blissful in our different ways. Just the same way Jason loves me the way I am, another guy better than him would love you the way you are. You don’t necessarily have to hate me for being who I am. Yep, I might be the one with the brains, but you really need to see yourself on the walkway. Girl, you are what the Oxford dictionary saw when they registered the word ‘beauty’. Your beauty can only be understated. I mean, I can never walk the way you do, or advertise creams or anything the way you do. That’s your own world, and you

I also watched as Dad grunted, hurt deeply. My heart became so heavy and I felt the urge to cry too. The image of my sister was flashing through my mind and I could vividly see her smiling at me. She was the most beautiful lady anyone would see. Taking over my mother's beauty made her stand out differently, adding her bravery and expertise in fighting battles. Every man craved for her.

I didn't even know. I didn't want to… No! I couldn't take a step toward the tall, slim blonde woman whose back was facing me. I recognized that woman at a quick glance. How can I forget my sister's figure? How can I forget that long and beautiful blonde hair of hers? It was her… It was my sister… It was Charlie. What was she doing there? I asked myself the question, though I knew I had no answer to that. Happiness instantly filled my heart. I have to admit, I missed her. But suddenly, my mood changed. The past came rushing through my mind like a tsunami. The intense guilt started to swallow me whole at that moment.

"Elena!" A gut-wrenching scream cut through the street noise. I turned my head. A walking corpse knelt ten meters away, held back by three of my bodyguards. Matted hair. Sunken cheeks. The dark, bruised eyes of a junkie. It was Bella. "Elena!" she struggled, trying to get to me. "Look at me! Look at what I've become!" I watched her, my face a blank mask. "I don't know you." "You don't know me?" Bella let out a sharp, cawing laugh. "Elena, I'm your sister! Your beloved Bella!"

A nobody. The whole celebration was captivating but somehow the only thing I could sense was the sharlt scent of pine, leather and slice that filled the room. And there, at the heart of it all, stood my sister. Selene. She was radiant, so beautiful that it was hard to believe that we are related or even sisters, her golden hair was braided into a crown that glowed even the dark and then icy blue eyes framed her face perfectly, her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass but she still managed to look more feminine than I could ever be.

Hard. Soft. Gentle. Familiar. I know that lips. I know that smell. I know that feel. The light flicked on, harsh and sudden and we sprang apart. It’s Niko. Nikolai…My sister’s husband. “Aevia?” Shit.

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

I would've died if a colleague of mine hadn't come looking for me when I couldn't be reached. When I regained consciousness, I told Mom what happened. All she said was, "The fact that Amy treated you that way goes to show just how much of a failure you've been as a sister. You must've pissed her off with the things you said. Otherwise, why would she hate you so much?" All at once, I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy pool of water. I was chilled to the bone. "Even if I'd been the worst sister alive, did that give Amy the right to kill me?"