My Dearest Sister Novels & Stories

Taking out the plain purple journal, I open it to the bookmarked page and glace at her name engraved on the stone once more before parting my lips to begin reading; Dear Sister Esther, Hi! Today makes it ten years since I heard you laugh, talk, or argue with dad. I have not been the same without you. You know the movie walking dead? I know you do. We watched season one together. While the movie focused on the zombies after either being beaten or taken by death, I died the moment I stepped into the pool of your blood. I have become a walking dead too. When they see me, they think I am alive, but I am dead.

Then his personal assistant, a tall, no-nonsense woman named Grace, stepped forward and slapped Tony across the face. It echoed through the hallway, sending everybody into shock. "How dare you insult my sister, the CEO?" Grace said icily. Tony paled, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "S-sister?" Clyde took another step in, his eyes boring into him. "That is correct, Violet being my sister. And I don't appreciate anybody disrespecting her.

“Trust me, brother. Since when did I let you down? Tell me.” I pursed my lips and thought profoundly. “What do you have in mind, my dear, evil little sister?” “Oh, you’re gonna love it.”

I cannot seem to understand how it's this could happen…if my sister is dead; do I have to remain at this position forever? I cannot believe that she is no longer here. I've been waiting for her but she was never going to come back. I've been hoping that I would see her. I've been waiting for to hear her voice, I've been waiting for anything that would show me that she was still here. Fey is no longer in this world. I can’t believe that my sister is dead. I will not see her any longer. I can't even begin to understand how to control myself. How can I make sure that my heart is ready to accept this?

I am burning in pain for my dearest ones, but I am not going to give him any satisfaction. "I know you are a vile man, and you are not going to leave my sister even after knowing the passcodes, so you can rot in hell. I will pray for the soul of my sister", I said to him, and my tongue burned to say this, But do I have another option?

Ada Elsher Hayes in front of her, I can be Just Ada in front of her. " Hi! Can we please go and have some shots? I Need some, pleaseee.? I pleaded with her and I know she will leave everything and will come running for me. She is my sister from another mother and I am lucky to have her in my life where she gains nothing from me and will never expect anything from me and I love that about her.

Uncle Lex starts to laugh and lunges for Denu grabbing her from three steps high and throwing her over his shoulder, we all burst out laughing. “Put me down! You over grow golden retriever” She squeals, my sister hates being touched but she loves our Uncle. I think it’s because he is most like Angelo, and we all know he is her favourite person. I have asked her over the years if they were mates but she always said something she couldn’t tell others.

Dearest Eve, My sister. My blood. How does it feel, carrying his babies while I sit here thinking about what could have been? You always were the good one, weren’t you? The one who got the happy ending. The husband. The house. The children. But you and I both know the truth, don’t we?

She hugged me and said, "Alessia, you're the sister I never had." What a joke. The "sister she never had" was lying on the floor, bleeding out, while she and her precious brother pushed me toward my grave.

I consider not getting up, but that would spook even more attention, so I get on both feet. As soon as she sees me, she wraps her arms around me. “You look…”she sniffs, “and smell so fucking good.” I beam out a smile. We both sit down. She begins to chatter about the stress of planning a wedding while I drift off. My sister had never been a bad person. Yes, she had her flaws, but she loved me like no one could. No one. She was my youngest sister, and my only priority in life, but I couldn't help it whenever I saw her walk into a room. She always stole the show. She was always the center of attention. Beautiful was an understatement, my sister made the stars shine even brighter. She made the