My Dead Sister Novels & Stories

"So, for now, she's off limits." Her gaze turned very cold. "I'm a bad man, Mina," I inclined forward. "I've done very terrible things and have no regrets about them. But you, what kind of a monster are you? What kind of a monster wants her own sister dead? Only sister, actually." "My sister is dead." She said the words like they were acid on her tongue. "She was dead a long time ago and should've remained dead." I studied yet for a while. Wasn't did a psychopath?

"Cut off my parents' credit cards. Every single one. They don't get another penny from me—ever." He hung up. Then he snapped the SIM card in half. A muffled sob escaped his throat. Then another. And another. I watched it all with cold, empty eyes. His pain right now wasn't even one ten-thousandth of what I'd endured. The system flickered. [Three-hour countdown complete. Host, welcome home.] There was a flash of white light, and I was gone.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

The room froze. "They're both dead." Total silence.

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.

The wine burned, and I coughed until my eyes watered, but my heart was warm. In my last life, Everett died trying to get justice for me, and Stellan had him killed for it. In this life, he was alive and well, still the same brilliant, spirited eldest son of the Renworth family. "Everett." I set the glass down and looked at him. "Thank you." "For what?" He laughed and ruffled my hair. "You're my sister. If I don't look out for you, who will?" I laughed too. He was right. This life was different.

I almost cried when I realized today was the death anniversary of my late sister Stella. Growing up, my older sister, Stella, always seemed to have it all. She was the golden child, the apple of my mother's eye. While I tried to find my place among the shadows, Stella effortlessly commanded attention. She had inherited our mother's stunning looks and confident demeanor, making her the epitome of their shared aspirations.

"You need to know" "My little sister was already skinny and lifeless in the eyes. She was raped several times to the point that she couldn't move. All she did was cry", he said as he raised his head to look at the ceiling. "She died the next day in the hospital. They couldn't save her, it was too late", a tear slipped down his cheeks.

And Irina McKinney sat at her kitchen island in her home in her life and laughed at the man she loved who had just quoted her dead sister at her and found that some things were so completely right that there was nothing to do but laugh. Everything had changed. Everything was exactly as it was supposed to be. THE END