My Beloved 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.

She waves at me and then she’s gone. I realize in that moment that I love my sister with all my heart but I don’t want or need her in my life. I harbor no bad feelings towards her but I’m happier without my family. I love the life I have far from them. I’ll be there if the ever need anything but I don’t want to see them often. I’m happy as I am and that’s okay. The end

I am truly, sorry. Love Sienna, your big sister*

If I had everything in this world but my soul could not reach the moon, I wouldn't bother living. I need to care for my spirit just as much as my body, and my sister has the opportunity to be forgiven for her crimes. Walking up to Catherina, I get down on my knees and hug her. Her head lies against my back shoulder. Gripping her fur. I felt myself becoming upset; I knew what I needed to say, but it was difficult to utter. I've always adored my sister, the memories of growing up, the emotions she brought with her, the love, the joy—she was always the life of my life.

She trembled and pointed at her, stuttering, "Sister, sister, sister..." "Sister? Are you feeling disgusted seeing me after all these years? At least... Well, forget it. Luckily, you still recognize this face, right, my dear little sister?" Nancy emphasized the words 'dear little sister' with a firm bite, showing how 'lovely' their relationship was.

After marrying into the Preston family, I had worked tirelessly for them, only to end up killed by my own husband. Just as I thought my body was about to be riddled with knives, Scott suddenly appeared directly above us. The blade hovered over Nicky's head. I had no strength left to act and could think of no better plan. All I could do was turn the camera around to face Nicky and shout frantically, "Scott, I'm begging you—please just believe me this one time! This really is Nicky! I'm not lying to you! She really is your sister!" On the video call, Scott rolled his eyes impatiently.

"Sis, I can't sleep. Can I stay here?" "Sis, why does Papa hurt you like this? It shouldn't be like that. If I could take away your pain, I would." "Sis, I'm so happy you're my sister. You're like two people in one—you’re my sister and my best friend." "You know, Sis, if I could pick anyone to be my sister, it would always be you. I love you, Sis!" I couldn't hold back the tears as I remembered those moments. It hit me hard that I'd never hear Violet's voice again.

"I loved him, and then you came along. You ruined everything." I swallowed hard. She leaned closer, her voice like poison "You should not feel something for your sister's first love. It's immoral." I shivered, swallowing as I met her gaze. She smiled. "Sleep well little sister." Then, she left.

Two senior sentries from the border guard hovered in the shadows behind him, their hands resting cautiously on the hilts of their sidearms. "I hear the whispers sweeping through the lower barracks," my uncle spat, his grey eyes cutting straight to me, burning with betrayal. "You are deliberately planning to walk straight into Ferguson territory, unescorted, alone, barely thirty-six hours after their bastards torched my sister's peace banner on the ridge."

“Except for Lance, you are the one I trust most, Sabrina.” Feeling the embrace tighten around me, she said, “I love you with all my heart, my sibling, my sister, Celine.” “I love you too, my soul sister, my gorgeous, always beautiful, Sabrina.”