My Beloved Sister Novels & Stories

But there was no mistaking the position. I was in a hotel bed. With a stranger. And he was on top of me. I choked on my breath, pressing a hand to my mouth. “No… this isn’t real,” I whispered, sinking slowly to the floor behind Elvis’s office door. “This can’t be real…” My head spun. My heart pounded against my ribs like it wanted to escape. Why would Fiona do this to me? She was my sister. My only sister. I loved her. I trusted her with my life. I had defended her when others doubted her. I had given her everything. And now… this?

My mother, Margaret Harper, carries the blood of a Word Witch. Once every lunar cycle, she can speak one blessing that fate itself is forced to obey. But all my life, the only thing she ever gave me was half a sentence. When I was eighteen, I received early admission to the Northern Royal Healers' Academy. My mother looked at the letter and said, "If you go north..." Her instincts had never been wrong, so I thought she'd seen danger waiting for me there. I turned the academy down with my own hands. Months later, she used her recommendation and a binding blessing to send my younger sister, Chloe, to the best healing school near our pack, even though Chloe had nowhere near my talent. After tha

I whisper back. And the worst part? I mean it. I love my wife. I’m just obsessed with her sister. And I have no idea which one is going to destroy me first.

“Just wait a little longer. Everything will end in three days. I’ll make it up to you properly then.” He left in a hurry. It was the same way he always coaxed me, soft and familiar. Once, it had been enough to make me yield every time. However, I felt nothing but disgust now. I wiped my hand over and over with a tissue, as though I was trying to erase his touch. I let out a cold laugh as I watched him from behind. He still did not know that I would be leaving this country the day after tomorrow. He also did not know that the moment my sister died, whatever we had died with her.

“I don’t want to imagine that.” “Liar,” Zara teased. “You’ve already imagined it, haven’t you? Don’t lie.” Amaya sighed, rubbing her temples. “He’s my stepbrother, Zara. Can we not do this?” “That has never stopped any of those W*****d girls,” she said dramatically. “This isn’t W*****d!” “Tell that to the chemistry between you two,” Zara sang, poking Amaya’s side. “If looks could undress, you’d be naked right now.”

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

She’d never lose a loved one again. «My beloved Nath, I’m going to give you a new little brother. Mama loves you always. Sister Amaya is happy, and so am I, my boy... because we’ll never be alone again» THE END

“You’re my sister, and I love you.” Aria's heart swelled with an emotional tide that surged through her chest, a rush of warmth flooding her senses as she met Luna's gaze. In that moment, a profound bond solidified between them, unbreakable and resilient, destined to carry them through every challenge and jubilation life might present. “I love you too, Luna,” Aria replied, her voice thick with emotion, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You’re my sister, and I’ll always be here for you.”

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It was because of this email that I learned about all the struggles my family had gone through over the past year. [Back then, we always said you were the strong one and that you could handle anything. Daphne was delicate; she needed looking after. So we gave her everything. We gave her all our attention and money, forgetting that you were our child too. We forgot that you also needed to be loved, and to be supported. [You must’ve felt so heartbroken on that day you saw your sister’s post. I’m only now starting to understand. It took me this long. And now it’s too late.