My Sister Killed Me With Kindness Novels & Stories

The wheel chair immediately came to an abrupt stop,Aracely breathed in relief, they were at the door of her room now, gosh she hadn't even been paying attention, but her thoughts were cut off by the girls words “The madam — she murdered my only sister. Our parents sold us to her," “Why did she kill her?" “My sister, looked exactly like a very important person and they had to take the person's death, so they used her. She threatened to kill me if I spoke, and Sir, sir would never believe me,He completely trusts her, but it's almost like, one moment she is a nice person—” “And the next she is like a monster,do you know why she does this?” Aracely asked.

"There is a kind of tea that detects if you are a witch or not. It leaves a mark that heals in time. Since I couldn't kill her with the child, I just had to work with her long enough to kill her." "My sister didn't hurt anyone. Yet you killed her leaving her child with her clueless father. Now you try to hurt that child!" I applied force in my attempt to hurt her. I didn't care if she died. I have had enough with these hunters filling the cities like swarms.

and don't pass judgment on my inquisitiveness. "Of course, I can't blame you, but my sister is doing well for herself right now, she is a witch of a certain pack just like me, life hasn't been easy, giving us lemons and all that, but we have fought a good battle, some won and some didn't, but here we are, just do what you have to do but be careful." "I know, thank you for being so kind," she said, shifting uneasily in her seat, "she is the reason I am here today, and I don't know why she was killed, but I am here to find out."

The implementation of her well-crafted plan had been caught by a random dash cam. She looked up with a grin. "You wanna know why? Because you couldn't afford two kids but had us anyway. If I didn't kill her, how would I get all your money? She acted so superior, still being kind after everything. Idiots like that deserve to die!" Linda swayed in shock. Just for that? Was kindness a crime? Yeah, if I hadn't been so dutiful, I wouldn't have died so horribly. She croaked, "But she is your sister. How could you?"

It turned out everything was because of my wonderful elder sister. Eleanor was three years older than me and worked in genetics research. She claimed that, through big data studies, she had ample evidence proving I was a born troublemaker. She told our mother that I had dissected frogs alive as a child. Not only that, but she also alleged that any dead mice or cats found around our home were my doing. She even presented numerous case studies she had found that stated that people like me were born without empathy but with high IQs. This explained my cold personality and good grades.

She asked "Thats not the case, am sorry Daisy, But Jeff killed my sister, back then, he had killed a famous Actor due to a misunderstanding they had, Your mother happened to over hear your father saying how much he enjoyed killing him and that the next person on his list was going to be his girlfriend just to teach the already dead actor's ghost a lesson, back then, his mysterious death had a lot of police officers on the look out for the killer. My dear sister never listened to me when I first came to this house warning her that Mr Montero was a bad person, I wouldn't blame her much, its because she loved him dearly. But that cost her life, when she confronted Mr Montero threatening to expo

“You have chosen certainty as a spear. That can be noble on the field. In the house, among the living, it kills things not meant for dying.” His words glanced off me like pebbles off mail. “She killed my sister,” I believed, believed the way a mountain believes in its own shadow. “She killed my sister’s girls. She may not have done the killing with her own hands, but she caused them to die by leaving them. Grief needs an enemy, so it doesn’t have to eat you.

“What?” She nods, as she sees me catching on. “My sister.” She says and I look at her with wide eyes. Jessica would have been like twenty years older than the witch, unless it’s all some witchy voodoo, I’m not sure it’s adding up. “Your sister…” I whisper and she nods again. “She was… But she signed her death sentence when she helped you.” She growls and my eyes widen further. “You killed her?” My heart pangs as guilt and grieve rush through me. I never went back and thanked her. I never spoke to her again after she helped me, regardless of how many times I thought about it and now… She’s dead… Because of me.

She fell on her knees,head bowed, begging, " I am your sister, remember? Good times." Sister? "Shut up." Her jaw ticked. Jasmine let out a dry chuckle. "Sister, you killed my mom at the age of twelve. You psycho! Are you even human?" Jasmine kicked her. Going in for another hit, Jasmine was pulled by two strong arms. Her face rested on his chest. ''Are you okay?" Jasmine nodded negatively. Her heart was in immense pain. She hugged him tightly and said, "She killed my mom, Keith. My mom!"

I said. "It's not as if your sister is going to return to you anyways, so using her is better than him killing her" she said blankly. I wonder how a very young girl could be this calus. She seem not to care about a life. Well she said the truth though but my conscience is still judging me. "I know but I can't seem to kill my sister like that" I said with a sad shameful look. " Just think of it that it was the demon Alpha that killed her" she said.