My Dead Sister Novels & Stories

When I opened my eyes, the clock read 5:00 AM. Alex's steady breathing beside me felt like a countdown five years of marriage ending in less than twenty-four hours. I traced the outline of the wedding band I'd worn since agreeing to marry my dead sister's husband. For Sam. Always for Sam. That broken little boy with eyes that had seen too much tragedy. "You can do this," I whispered, careful not to wake Alex. I slipped from beneath the covers, my bare feet silent against the cold hardwood. The predawn light painted the room in shades of gray as I made my way to the balcony doors, pressing my forehead against the cool glass.

The heavy, suffocating panic that was building up inside Ayomide’s chest instantly melts away the exact second her eyes track the ugly brown blemishes covering my skin. As a basic matter of pack history, her deceased twin sister carried a face ten times more beautiful than her own fur. The hideous, spotted female wolf standing by the table looks completely nothing like the glorious Moonborn Alpha Queen she murdered. A dead carcass remains rotting in the dirt trails forever. The single matching link between these two females is a common pack name.

"My poor girl, you haven't even developed into a human being yet, you haven't even had the chance to see this world, and you were already killed by your heartless brother!" Crimson blood soaked right through her clothing, but she didn't seem to care in the slightest. I remembered vividly how Mom used to faint at the mere sight of blood. Even if a piece of pork she brought home from the market had even a single speck of blood on it, she would shriek in horror for ages.

A woman was being resuscitated inside a patient's ward. My older sister, Yvonne Jones, was crying hysterically as she begged the doctor to save the woman. I was the only one who was aware that Yvonne was the real murderer. Yvonne was kneeling on the ground as she begged the doctor who was trying to save the woman, "I'm begging both of you to save her. Winona is my best friend!" Everyone inside the ward was touched by their friendship and tried to comfort her.

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

Hard. Soft. Gentle. Familiar. I know that lips. I know that smell. I know that feel. The light flicked on, harsh and sudden and we sprang apart. It’s Niko. Nikolai…My sister’s husband. “Aevia?” Shit.

Matilda I blink before I immediately turn to look at my sister. My sister inhales as she holds me tightly but she doesn't stop crying. “Are you making fun of my suicide attempt? I would have never thought you could see my suicide and depression as an object of ridicule.” “What is Grace talking about, Seraphina?” Dad now asks my sister and I feel that my sister is scared and feels that everyone is now going against her.

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

My face. "Hello, Mira," she said. "I am your sister." I stared at her. "Katerina is my sister." She smiled. It was not a warm smile. "Katerina is dead. I killed her myself." My blood went cold. "Who are you?" She pulled back her hood. Her face was exactly like mine. "Your name is Mira. My name is Death." She raised a gun. Pointed it at my head. Rex lunged.

Svetlana whispered. Andrei finally looked her straight in the face and she saw the reflection of her own blue eyes in his dark ones. She also saw that they were exactly the same shape. “Little sister, little sister,” he said. “I had a sister named Svetlana, I told you so. Only she died, my Sveta. She died when our Dad was arrested. We lost our ration card and she died because we did not have enough to eat.” “Was he an Enemy, your Dad?”