My Dearest Sister Novels & Stories

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.

he sat morbidly on the bed, lowering his gaze, "Becky isn't my sister. My sister died- the day she was born." “But she's yours, isn't she?" Moe stated as he looked at Archer Devereux, “Becky's your 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.

I didn't notice anything until she suddenly twisted her ankle and tumbled down the stairs, landing on her back. I came to my senses when I saw her lying at the foot of the stairs, unconscious. But I couldn't move. She was lying down just like dad and mom had, and another sharp pain hit my head as I remembered it. For the second time, my sister needed me the most and I was standing there, frozen. I... am the cruelest sister and the worst human being in the world. I couldn't fulfill the one thing my mother had asked me on her deathbed. I...I made my sister's life a hell. She was doing so good and because of me, she had to spend all these years as an invalid. I... am nothing but a curse to her

I inquired. " Well, don't be mad, just that I heard Mary and some women talking about it. And they spoke for long saying you were not my sister," he answered. " What else did they say," I asked. " Well, I didn't stay longer, because I felt bad and wanted to cry that you are not my sister," he said. " Oh poor Luke," I sighed " I want you to know that even if an asteroid full of candy and chocolates hit the earth right now and we all drowned in sweetness, I would still be your sister, I've always and will always be your big sister." I smiled.

I am doing everything to save my sister from the lady whom I mistook as my well-wisher. Ariel Flashback Two days before Caressing the brown locks of my little sister who was sleeping soundly in my lap, I sighed and lifted my eyes. A small smile crept on my lips as I stared at the full moon which was swallowing the darkness of the sky and enriching it with its sparkling light. I lowered my head and looked at Jasmine. My eyes got filled with heavy tears. She is my moon, the light of my dull life. I can do anything to save my sister from all the evils of this world.

Then—slowly—Daegan turned to me. "For what?" His voice is low, almost bored. "For backing me up. You saw what happened—" "I didn't." He leans back, relaxed but radiating a coiled menace. "What?" I freeze. "I didn't see shit," he says, casual but sharp. My eyes widen, mind reeling. "Then why...?" "You’re my sister." His voice was steel wrapped in silk. "I didn’t need to see it to know you were telling the truth." Sister.