My Beloved Sister Novels & Stories

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!"

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?

her father said, his voice calm but his message clear. “I won’t disgrace you, Father. I promise,” her step-sister replied, her voice sweeter than candy, lilting and confident. Elsa swallowed, knowing she could never hope to match her sister. Even her voice sounded like a sweet melody. Everything about her sister was made to be praised, adored, and loved. “You.” Her father’s sharp call made Elsa’s stomach twist. She flinched; “You” had always been the name reserved for her, cold, distant, a reminder that she was nothing more than an obligation.

I secretly shoot glances at Henry while I am reading that stupid report of the month. “Why not ask her out Henry? I don’t mind.” I said while looking at the report and signing it. I heard him gasps and I take a peek at him to see how surprised he looks. I smile and look down at what I am doing. “My sister is a great woman. She is better than Sammantha, much better actually. I won’t be saying this to you if I don’t trust you in regards to my sister’s happiness. All I ask is for you not to hurt her. The only reason she is still single until now is the fact that she is afraid to be hurt. Henry… I love you like my brother to so I want you to have a happy life, go for it before it is too late.” I

It’s my younger sister, Lesaiah. I answered it and waited for her response. “Sister, where are you?” It’s one o’clock. “Are you going home?” She’s such a sweet girl, very considerate. And I don’t want him to see his sister wasted and brokenhearted. I don’t want him to be afraid of love. Because not everyone is really stupid. “Sorry, baby, but sister won’t go home tonight.” Maybe tomorrow,” she sighed; it was sad that she might ask something of me or need me. Maybe tomorrow

"Because how could it be love, when my heart doesn’t yearn for you. Everything I felt for you is more of a sisterly love. Someone I adore as a sibling.” “Sister love?” “Yes. I care for you not because I love you. It’s because I treated you like a sister. I didn’t have feelings for you like I do for Ruby. With Ruby my heart beats when I see her. My eyes looked for her in the crowd. I seek her in the distance. I longed for her. I love her more than anyone else, even my own life.” “Then I should have made sure that those kidnappers killed Ruby. I shouldn’t have let her go.”

There is no way I would give sense to love in my heart; love is a weakness that makes one vulnerable and leads to their death, as they would turn soft and would easily be gotten by the enemy. I used to think love was a beautiful thing; I thought it would make one feel complete and always happy, but I was wrong; completely wrong as I watched people die in the arms of those they loved.The person you loved so much could easily connive with the enemy to end your life for money or authority. That was what happened to my beloved sister, my only sister, whom I cherished so much. I have a sister named Vee who died a painful death at the hands of the man she gave her h

"Today, I stand before you with a heart overflowing with gratitude, joy, and love as I celebrate not just another year in my sister’s life, but the countless moments she’s been the guiding light in mine. To my amazing older sister, who has been my mentor, protector, and best friend, happy birthday. As I reflect on the years we’ve shared, I remember a time when life felt overwhelming and confusing. I was young, and you, with your unwavering strength, stepped in without hesitation. You not only raised me, but you also nurtured me with love, patience, and wisdom. Every time I stumbled, you were there to steady me; every tear, you were there to dry it; and every fear, you were there to reassure

However, in secret, she framed me repeatedly, deliberately hurting herself to make others think I was jealous. I cherished our sisterly bond and gave in to her every time, thinking that if I showed genuine care, they would eventually see who I really was. Despite this, in my previous life, even until the moment I died, I never received the recognition I deserved.

“To make sure my sister isn't erased twice. I know you love her, and a small part of you must believe that these things are not a coincidence.” The word ‘sister’ hit harder than I expected. My wolf stirred, sensing the weight behind it but I kept my face impassive.