My Sister Killed Me With Kindness Novels & Stories

Ethan's words echoed off the cold stone walls, a haunting refrain that seemed to chase him into the darkness. "I killed my sister... I killed my sister..." The phrase became a chilling litany, a reminder of the unspeakable act he had committed. The guards' footsteps faded into the background, replaced by the sound of Ethan's anguished muttering, a stark reminder of the devastating consequences of his rage.

Meera ~ "You killed me, Meera. You didn't care for my love, you killed me, ruined every happy aspect of my life, now it's time you die and rot in hell". I felt my breath got stuck in my chest, and I couldn't breath, all I could see and hear was my sister's voice who is hell bent on killing me. Tears streamed down from the corner of my eyes, I couldn't breathe, I tried to remove the hand which was choking me but I failed.

"Andy, your sister's treatment costs nearly ten thousand dollars a day. I don't have any money left. Please help us one more time." Perhaps she knew I'd truly given up on them. Her tone no longer carried the same self-righteous confidence as before. She insisted, "No matter what, you bear some responsibility too. She's your sister. Family is supposed to help each other." I shook her hand off with all my might and retorted, "Is that so? When I treated you like family, you treated me like a walking ATM. Too bad. It's too late now." After that, Mom tried every trick she could think of.

And if I was honest with myself, there was a twisted satisfaction in seeing her fall apart. Lila shoved me hard, her tears vanishing into rage. “I knew it. You’ve always been a bitch. But I never thought you’d be this heartless! I’m your sister!” “Step-sister,” I corrected, my tone icy. Her face darkened. “You—”

“You killed her! You killed your own blood sister.” I flinched. Killed. The word sliced through me, leaving me cold and numb. I killed Amelia? No, I couldn't have. I took a shaky step forward, my hands trembling. “Sebastian, please… I didn’t mean to. I—I just pushed her, I wasn’t thinking! She said—” My voice cracked. “I was angry! But I didn’t mean—” “Oh, spare me your excuses!” he snapped, his face twisted with disgust. “You killed your own sister out of jealousy!”

“I am still grateful that she stood by my side when I killed my sister. I thought she wouldn’t because when I grew up, I wasn’t favoured. Mother wanted a daughter in between all her sons and finally got one, pushing me out of the picture. Everything I had Blanche wanted and mother would forcefully take it from me to give to her.” He sat up and looked at him and said, “That day, she immediately knew that I killed my sister because I was the last one there and she was not angry nor did she smack me like she always did. She said she thought Blanche had it in her to be like her. I was more than like her and she was proud of that. I thought that helping you would exact my revenge on her but why d

I have to make sure that she meets her near end. Walking into the kitchen, I walked to the fridge. Luckily there was no one in the kitchen and it was just me. My sister seems to be getting away from my hand anytime I try to kill her. The first day I came here I tried pushing her down the stairs but fortunately that bastard, Richard had to appear and save her. I tampered with her brakes but it was a driver who had gotten killed. What more could I do to make sure that I get rid of her.

I was bleeding, and when I turned, she was coming at me again. I couldn't let her kill me. I felt bad for killing her sister, but it wasn't my fault; it was the instruction, and if I don't act wisely and keep being pathetic, she'll kill me. If she kills me, it'll be a waste of time since her sister is already dead. She'll keep hurting.

My sister is dead. I take a sip from my mug and stare across the kitchen. It’s after midnight. The last of the thralls that work down here have left for the night. No one is around. No one except Xiao, who stands patiently by the door while I nurse my mug of tea in silence. I’m sure she prefers the silence to the crying I sometimes do. It’s been a week since the full moon. Since I killed my sister. The most difficult part of grieving Clare is the knowledge that she knew someone would kill me. She was willing to sacrifice my life for her mate’s ambition. Or his revenge.

“You are pathetically sentimental if you think, even for a second, that we care about that child of yours. It is just a mere risk we are willing to take just to be humans. She at least deserves some education. Hopefully, she will value it and not end up like you. That is all!” If I ever kill someone in this world, it will be this bitch I call my sister. I guess her cheek is no longer hurting, which is why her stinking mouth is running again.