Novel & Cerita My Dearest Sister

"No, you're not." "Yes, I am." "Jane, we don't share parents. We don't share blood. We don't share DNA." "So?" "So that means you're not my sister!" "That's not what sister means." "What does sister mean then?" "Sister means the person who grew up with you. Sister means the person who knows all your secrets. Sister means the person who would do anything for you." "Would you do anything for me?" "Yes." "Then where were you when Dad died?"

Indeed, Katrienair has the best sister in the world. You'll forgive the same demons who burned you day and night in a caged, who killed your spirit every hour, who hung your head on a downward cross, who tried to clear out your race, who threw you into a lake of fire, who ruined your once perfect life. You'll forgive the same demon who killed your parent, who destroyed all you've ever lived for, all for the sake of your sister. Who does that?!

As the warmth of our embrace enveloped us, Levi's voice quivered as he began, "Jasmine." I whispered his name, an anchor of reassurance amidst the tumultuous sea of emotions that threatened to consume us both. "Yes, my love?" He sighed, his voice carrying a mixture of pain and longing. "Freda was my only sister," he said, his words laced with nostalgia. "We were so close that I couldn't go to school if she didn't go with me. She was my best friend and my partner in crime. I did everything with her."

As I sit on my bed thinking about what my mom had told me earlier, the letter caught my attention and I didn’t have any other choice than to open it and I realized it was really Justine since she’s the only one who calls me jingle bell. Dear Jingle bell, You are beautiful! So beautiful that I always envied you. People say we look alike in all ways, but I guess they never saw your soul. I experienced your good side and I knew how lucky I was to have a sister like you. You remember how Dennis the Menace was our favorite movie because we always ended up terrorizing our neighbors with similar stunts. More like I always terrorize them while you caution and try to stop me.

“Oh. Well, there was a decree never to mentioned about the change of my look, but since it’s you… I can try to work some ways around, trying not breaking the rules.” “You can tell me, but not tell me. Like tell me stories of what's behind it.” “Alright. I had a sister.” "A sister?" “Well, we’re not truly sisters, but cousins. We were so close that we could be mistaken as sisters. She was much older than me though.” "Older, hmm." “Yes, she was known as the Great Beauty of the Northern Border.” “Great beauty?”

Her voice lost its sweetness, turning brittle and cold. I leaned forward, placing my hands flat on the glass table between us. My bare fingers were splayed out against the reflective surface, every detail magnified by the glass. "You are my sister, Delia. That’s a biological fact I can’t change. But if you want to treat me like a stranger, be my guest. Just don't expect me to play the role of the long-lost relative when you get bored of your new toys or when the Windsor name starts to feel too heavy for you to carry."

The quietest sounds Deimon Ashworth made were always the most terrifying. Romulus opened his mouth— "That is my sister." Deimon did not let him finish. The words came out like a drawn blade. "You dumb fuck—" the curse left his lips hard and sharp, "—that is my sister." "I know," Romulus answered. Just that. 'I know.' Casual, almost bored. "My only sister," Deimon said. His voice was shaking now — not with weakness, but with the effort of containing something enormous. Something with teeth and heat and a radius of destruction.

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.

The person said. More tears rolled down my cheek, I had mixed feelings, I am happy because my sister is back but also sad because Dester Fernandez, the only man she has ever loved is dead, how do I break the news to her, how do I tell my sister that the love of her life, Dester, died five years ago?…

She would always choose him. Finn sighed inwardly. He sat on the bed beside her and held her hand. “Why are you so ready to get rid of me then?” Jojo swallowed hard. “Finn, she says you are hers. She has your child. She loves you, but I'm only your sister. She can give you what I can't.” As she spoke, she was staring out through the window. Even though she loved Finn so much, she was only his sister. Vera could get married to him and give him kids.