My Beautiful Sister Novels & Stories

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

Sophia. My sister. My twin. The other half of every memory I had ever made, every birthday, every family dinner, every Sunday morning with our mother's cooking filling up the house. Sophia, who had known every private thing about me since we were eight years old. Sophia, with her perfect posture and her soft laugh and her talent for making every room feel like it had been waiting for her to arrive.

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

The entire school thought I was the school belle Wanda Stewart's biggest simp. I would send her breakfast during her morning run. I would offer her a towel and water during her matches. I would buy her pancakes from three streets away in the bitter cold just because she said she was hungry in the middle of the night. The boys in school who liked her could form a line from the mathematics department to the field. The look in their eyes changed from disdain to hatred. "He hasn't managed to pursue her even after all that simping. He really can take things in his stride." "Wanda is just good-natured. That's why she hasn't called the police." When the school hunk, Connor Graham, decided t

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

On her way out, just as she got to the elevator, it opened and she was shocked to see Alex arm in arm with another woman, a very beautiful woman. She immediately turned her back on him and wanted to walk away, but he went after her and said, "Hey, hey hold on." He stopped her and said, "Meet my sister, Beauty." The girl smiled, "Wow it's nice to meet you." "She's the one I told you about," Alex told his sister. His sister stared at Angel in surprise and asked, "You are the girl stole my brother's heart?"

Then her expression softened. “I know you love me. But if I’m going to build something that belongs to me, I need to be allowed to stand on my own.” I nodded. “I promise.” She looked at me for another moment. Then she said quietly, “I want you to choose me as your sister, not because you need me as your Queen.” The words settled heavily in my chest. I stepped closer and pulled her into a hug. “I’ve already chosen you.” She hugged me back. “As my sister,” I whispered.

Reluctantly, I shambled to the stairs and scuttled to my old room, wondering what the hell their surprise was and why I had to go through the stress of walking up the stairs. Turning the door knob open, I pushed the door in and my face was graced with a grin (the widest smile I had smiled in months) after my eyes met with those light brown eyes of the most beautiful young woman on Earth sitting on the bed, the only person that could make me laugh all day and night long. "You won't just stand there looking gormless now, would you?" Nikita Faith Hendrix, my extremely sassy and crazy younger sister, said. I strutted to her, taking a seat beside her.

He is so. "His sister..." She murmured while smiling as the train of thoughts break in between. "...his sister used to dance as she was very good at it. He used to say her sister looks beautiful only when she dances. Just to tease her. Her dance was magical and rhythmic with every beat. She was beautiful too like an angel." She was smiling but there was a hint of sadness in it as her eyes we gloomy while looking at the tea n the cup. "I didn't know she had a sister." Amber mumbled as we all were surprised hearing about her sister.