My Beloved Sister Novels & Stories

It's strange, but the truth is, I have seen girls fall for my handsome features or my money. No girl caught my attention; no matter how many girls seduced me, they never fit to my taste. I'm beyond their expectations; I'm the beast with handsome features. Going back to the time when I met the girl who made my heart beat for her, getting into the flashback My sister is not like me; unlike me, she is completely an angel. Her birthday is a festival to us; she invited many of her classmates to the party, and we invited our family friends and relatives.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

I'm not going to live with all this pressure. That release came at a heavy price and was worth what I could afford, and— My hand hurts because someone gripped it so tightly. My body moved away from the fence and was met by two angry blue eyes. "Are you out of your mind?!" As usual, my sister's fiancé can permanently destroy my happy and bad moments. >>>

She cries harder at that, and I pull her back against me, and we stand there in the pink room that's been designed to trigger memories, to heal trauma, to remind my sister who she was before the darkness tried to erase her. "I love you, Sel," I say, and the words come out raw and honest and absolutely true. "I love you so much it hurts." She grips me tighter, her face pressed against my neck, and her voice is muffled when she speaks. "I love you too, brother."

My sister still loves me. What else could I possibly need?

But it was another ball game altogether for my own mother to declare the truth without even listening to my side of the story. “Mom, let me explain what happened. All this time, I've been a substitute for him. He never really loved me, even the kidney that I donated was not enough to keep him with me because he had planned to dispose of me from the start!” I didn't know what I was expecting from my parents when I confessed all of that, ripping my heart open to remove that night just so that they could believe me. But I definitely didn't expect what came next. My Mom brought her palms together and began to applaud me in the most sarcastic manner possible.

" It's not a crime to ask for something and want to have that thing by all means,I loved you Edward , Why can't you just look at me for once , Why can't you just see me and love me the way you love my sister ,I have tried all I can to get your attention but no you prefer her to me , What does my sister have that I don't have , huh ..Tell me , she's not that beautiful ,Look at me am beautiful ,I could be a suitable Queen to you but No you chose her over me " " You believed that even if I had met you , That I will chose you over your sister , Then you must be dreaming my dear ,I can't settle for anything less " " Anything less you mean that I don't deserve to be your wife " " Not in this life

I let myself grieve the family I had thought I had. My sister. Not the woman she had turned out to be, that grief was different and older and I would deal with it on its own terms in its own time. The sister I had grown up believing she was. Eleven years of shared bedrooms and borrowed clothes and the twin language we had developed, those slight, specific signals that only the other one understood, the way you could be across a crowded room and catch her eye and have an entire conversation in the tilt of a chin. That sister. The one who had sat beside me at every pack event and who had known my face better than I knew it myself because you spent your whole childhood studying the face that wa

The weight of my disrespectful words caused me to lower my head in shame, fully aware of the offense I had committed. Wait, how did my mother discover my true identity? As I glanced up at her, I noticed her tenderly caressing my sister's ashes, a clear indication that she held knowledge beyond my imagination. The tears that once ceased resumed their flow, mirroring the pain evident in my mother's eyes as she cradled the remains of my beloved sister.

He dropped to his knees beside my bed. "Grace, come home with me, okay? We have the same blood type. I'll give you my entire liver if I have to. You're my real sister. I won't let you die. From now on, I won't care about anyone else. I'll only stay by your side, okay?" Something inside me snapped. I shoved him away and started screaming like a madwoman. "I'm already dying! What's the point of playing the good brother now? Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"