My Beloved Sister Novels & Stories

Out of all the men in the world, the one I had hooked up with twelve hours ago was sitting across the table from me, sipping my father’s wine while discussing his engagement to my sister. Yes, My Sister! My chest tightened, and I felt my stomach drop. The fork in my hand trembled. I stole a quick glance at them. His fingers were entwined with hers, a half-smile resting on his lips. The same fingers that had left marks around my neck. The same lips that had swept across my whole body.

And I knew this because my sister loved them, and I would make sure it was delivered to her grave every time it was in season. "Wow boss, your man knows his flowers. That's your prince charming right there." Her assistant called me out from behind the register making Amber blush instantly. "Or, maybe because he loves giving them away?" She arched her eyebrow at me. Seriously? Hot damn! "My beloved sister loved them, Cara. I tried to have them sent to her grave whenever it was in season. No. Don't you dare say you're sorry. She's in a better place, and in peace, and so am I. Now, do what you need to do here while I look around with Marc. Then we can go back."

“I can't believe that Michael did all of these for me. I'm so speechless. This time he was true to his promise of making me his forever and burying the hatchet. I'm so touched by how he published our wedding date all over social media. It's... It's so romantic.” My sister places the back of her hand on her forehead, closes her eyes and sighs in a dramatic pose. I brush my hair and I'm trying not to pay any attention towards her but I only manage to say. “I hope he makes you happy and you don't regret your decision.” “Why won't he make me happy? Michael loves me. I am the only woman in his heart and he can't ever love another woman except for me. I'm sure even if I'd died in my coma then he s

She turned around and looked at me with wide eyes… Ooooooookay? “You named it…” “Cutsiah? Yes. I don’t see why.” Now I get it. I turned around, suddenly feeling a little conscious to be around her. This is what happens when you bring ‘FAMILY’ into something you held dear. They always find… A loud “ooooph” left my lips as she crushed her front to my back, hugging me from my behind. “ I knew it. I knew it that everyone was wrong about you. You loved your sister so much more than anything in this world. And if not…” She spun me in her hold and looked at me with teary eyes,

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

He claimed to have loved her. Hated my very presence because it reminded me of her. Blinded me, threatened to kill me and then suddenly I was his beloved? I would never betray my sister. Or Thomas for that matter. He was the only man I loved. Would ever love. My mind moves back to my sister like a scratched recorder. He....he was the one who murderer Belle, he killed her....why? I hurried across the staircase, with no real destination confused and forlorn and on edge. As I hurried down the steps, I remember missing one before my vision went blank.

It is worth it to love a sister so dearly. The End!

I could swear it wasn't my imagination. "You know mom loves you so much like the last born you are but it doesn't mean I will not beat you silly if I get the chance." I heard in the distance. It was the taunting voice of Susan, I don't know if I was remembering or if it was sounding somewhere around me. We both had memories, good and bad where the bad ones are greater, regardless, I loved her no less. She is the only sister I have and now, she is gone, I have got no other sister.

Pushing through the agony, I dragged myself toward the front door. "Help... me... please..." I whispered, my tears tracing hot paths down my cheeks, causing the delicate skin there to fissure instantly. A trail of smeared blood marked my pathetic progress. I collapsed, my strength gone, a mere meter from the door. My head spun, memories flooding my fading consciousness. From the moment I could remember, I knew my sister was different. Not just because of her fragile skin, but because other sisters were loved. Mine saw me as a threat.

Olivia “Emily! It’s so good to see you! I missed you so much. Are you okay? Are you still mad at me?” “Hey, why should I be mad at you, baby? God gave me a sister. I’ve been more than happy.” “Really?” “Of course! You are my beloved sister. Tell me, how are you?”