My Sister Fell Through The Ceiling Novels & Stories

The enchanted blades of the fae. “Where are my brother and sister?” I say when the floor splits and we are knocked backwards. I look at my mom and she looks at me wide eyed and I turn to look at Asteria and she looks around. “EVERYONE OUT!” I scream as the floor moves under my feet and I fall.

Immediately the room is flooded with light that cascades off the walls, but I stop dead in my tracks when I see something hunched down on the back wall. Walking closer, I hesitate because a bad feeling itches at my brain and I am scared to find out exactly what it is, yet my sense of curiosity eggs me on. When the light hits it, a scream rises in my throat, but it won’t come out. Instead, I fall to my knees and start to sob because what lies on the floor against the wall before me is my sister cradling her son.

I heard my sister's voice from my sleep and I slowly opened my eyes, only to see her smiling at me. “How the fuck did you get in here?" I asked, surprised, I recalled the instructions I gave to my guards and I knew they would never go against it. “Your windows are always open," Ava said, sitting at the edge of my bed. My mouth fell open, realizing that my sister had climbed up to four floors before getting to my room. She had done it before so I was not so surprised. “What is the problem, Ava? I want to be alone," I said, yawning, rubbing my eyes with my hands.

“Yes, way better. Fuck—I’m cumming.” She was sitting on her ass with her legs bent and spread wide. Her T-shirt was lying on the floor as she arched her waist for my boyfriend to be inside her. Her face was covered but with each thrust, the veil came off her face, revealing my sister biting her lower lips as my boyfriend fucked her so hard. I took one step back and the chandelier which was high above, twisted again and fell straight on me. “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.” It was a dream.

Lucas's younger sister, who had just come down from upstairs, said, entering the dining room. "Mom called. She said she was badly injured, fell in the bathroom!" Lucas replied, pulling his chair. "Fell? When? I was at home all day. Why don't I know?!" Lucas's sister exclaimed in surprise. "Of course you don't know, because it's just Mom's drama to get me to come to the Mansion!" Lucas replied. "Mom! Why did you do that? Lucas is married. Mom, don't do that anymore. Lucas isn't your son anymore who needs to be treated like a little boy, he has a son!" Lucas's sister scolded her mother.

In that room, I find my sister lying lifelessly on the floor, her eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling. She’s all battered and bleeding from her head and other parts of her body, most notably, from below her waist.

I sat on the edge of the bed, completely frozen, staring at the wall as the news of my sister's death replayed in my mind. Calix sat down on the edge, his palm reaching over to securely close around my trembling hand. The intense heat of his skin instantly grounded me. "It’s not your fault, Elara," he muttered softly. "She was wearing high heels on wet marble near a dark lake. She must have slipped and fallen in. It was an accident." I looked at his handsome profile through moonlight. Unintentionally, seeking nothing but a moment of safety, I leaned into him and gently rested my head against his shoulder.

"You’re my sister, not my owner. Go wear it yourself." A heavy, dramatic thud echoed through the tiny living room. Lu Chen finally glanced over the rim of his screen. His twin sister, Lu Xi, had collapsed face-down onto the floor mat like a deflated balloon. Her hair was a chaotic nest, and her voice came out muffled against the thin fabric of the rug.

It would be a tragedy if she tripped into traffic. All the air vanished from the gym. I looked down at Vivienne. The fierce, untouchable queen who had just pinned me to the floor was gone. In her place was a pale faced trembling sister. She stared blankly into space, shaking her head and calling her sister's name trembling. She was shaking so violently her teeth chattered.

But tonight, he couldn't help but feel anxious as he approached his sister's closed door. 'She'll be okay. My sister will be okay.' He repeated these words in his mind as he reached the door. "Olive?" he called. “...” His hand made contact with the doorknob. Slowly, he pushed the door open, feeling the cold air brush against his skin in the narrow space between the wall and the door. “Oliv…” His feet dangled in the air. Looking up, he saw his sister suspended from the ceiling, a rope tightly wound around her neck.