My Sister Killed Me With Kindness Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to keep being around someone capable of murder. “Thank you for telling me,” I said honestly. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be the reason you hate your sister or anything.” I scoffed. “If she’s messing with your brakes, intending to kill you, then she hates you, which means she hates me by extension. And if she’s willing to do something this stupid, it means she doesn’t care about the consequences. She brought this upon herself.” Kimberly sighed, not feeling convinced. She was too nice for her good.

I was their enemy, they looked ready to tear me apart. A beautiful lady with long blonde hair approached us, her eyes filled with intent. "This thing killed my sister, why is she still alive Niko? She doesn't look like she is suffering at all!" Her eyes surveyed me, filled with resentment. No wonder she looked familiar, she was Valentina's sister. "I want you to kill her right now, I'm going to do it if you won't. My sister was the kindest person, you left her to die, how could you?" She started to lunge at me but Nikolas stopped her.

I hugged her body and sobbed heavily when the bitter truth of this reality hit me. My sister was dead and so was my mate. They had died the same day too. “What did you do, Astrid. You killed them both. You fucking bitch!” Pain, the feeling of my heart breaking all over again and sheer rage. The undiluted version of it ran a course through my veins. But she stood there unmoving, not saying a word to me or giving an answer. It was like the bitch couldn’t believe what even she had done. But she killed them.

Confusion clouded my mind, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of sorrow as tears streamed down her face, glistening like shattered diamonds. I couldn’t fathom the reason behind her anguish. And then, with a voice heavy with anguish, she uttered the words that sliced through the silence like a dagger. “You just killed my sister,” she gritted out, her voice laced with pain and fury. My gaze fell upon Lia’s lifeless body sprawled on the cold, unforgiving floor, a haunting image that would forever be etched into my memory.

She became my friend when everyone else saw me as a curse. Someone like that doesn't just go from that to being a killer. "You are not going to see her, if you insist on it then you can go see her yourself when you get out of here. In the meantime you get better. Forget about my sister. We.will deal with her when the time is right." I knew the thing with his sister hurt him. I was his mate and she tried to kill me. Am sure if I was someone else, he might have looked the other way even if he would have been disappointed.

I took her hand in mine, squeezing it gently “Kiara, what you’re going to see isn’t pretty, and it’s not something that anyone would want to see his mother go through. Regardless of how angry you are at her, are you sure you want to go through that pain?” “Alessio, the woman had your sister kidnap and torture me. She watched me, and wanted me to have ‘my last meal’ before I was killed, only to break you” Kiara answered. I could tell that the memory was hard on her. It was hard on me too. Remembering that I killed my own sister for being a traitor, and remembering that I had to be as cold hearted as a lion going for his kill only broke my heart; but I knew what had to be done that day, and de

I am done with being treated like a little girl. "YOU KILLED MY SISTER!"

I looked up, meeting her gaze. "What?" Her lips curved into a smirk. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I killed my sister. Do I need to explain it?!" she yelled loudly. I remained silent. The woman in front of me wasn't Eliana, and that explained her cruel behavior. "A-Aliana?" She jumped excitedly, clapping her hands. "Bingo." "I killed my sister, Eliana, and I ran her over with my truck." I was filled with anger. "You bitch!"

I wanted to be close to him, so close that he could knock me out with a punch if I let him. “I killed your sister and you’re just going to stand there and let her murderer live?” I spat in disgust. “She loved every one of you. She was your pride and joy, and I snatched her life away. I destroyed the bond that you shared with her and you’re just going to let me go. How pathetic of you? If you can’t fight your sister’s murderer then you are a fucking coward and—”

"She's dead." "You don't look too happy about that?" My head whips around in her direction. "Who the fuck are you? I mean who the fuck celebrates when their only sister dies?" She's clearly taken aback. Perhaps that's not how she meant it but my emotions are getting the best of me. I've never killed someone before....my sister was the first. Liam and I decided to do away with her so as to prevent her from coming back for revenge or some other silly excuse.