My Sister My Writer Uncensored Novels & Stories

“Hello my lovely readers.” I had so many emotions writing this book. It has been one of the darker books I have written this far. I would like to thank my sister-in-law Jamie for helping me every step of the way in this book. She has told me lines to keep... and lines to get rid of. She has also been one of my biggest supporters throughout my writing journey. So, I would like to dedicate this book to her. Also, my big sister Leanne... man, what I would get into if it wasn’t for these two lovely ladies?

. The sizzle of frying meat hits my ears and I head back to the stove, flipping the burgers. A splatter of fat lands on my arm and I wince in pain. I know Cam is here to check on me. Old habits and such. My sister is only four years older than I am, but she was the mother our mother wasn't when she needed to be. I stayed in that trailer until I graduated from high school, but Cam left when he was sixteen and has been on his own ever since. Just her and her son. I look at the clock, seeing that it is already past five. My nephew must be with the nanny right now, and she must be on her way to work. 'So where's the father?' - question. “Still at work, I assume. He will arrive soon, however. I p

“Dear brother, It’s me, your stubborn sister who keeps on following you. I am writing a letter to you since you are my last family. And I am happy to have at least you by my side. Remember the first day when we saw each other? I was so captivated by your handsomeness. I thought I saw a prince. Your smiles, your shy approach and your kind attitude, they reached my heart. And maybe, that is the first time I fell in love with you. I kept this a secret for a long time, but it overflowed in a way I couldn’t control it anymore.

Her mind was all over the place thinking about everything but not herself. I looked at it trying to figure out what my feelings meant this time around. They always were saying something through my paintings, but sometimes I couldn't get it either.. I sighed took a picture and went home but a text from Luna almost made my heart stop LUNA: Please go check your sister's i*******m.. she has your crush there.. Within the speed of light I was on i*******m checking my sister's page. She posted a very sexy half naked photo of Tawny, the background said it was taken in a studio.. the caption read..

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

Frustration swelled in my heart and I was about to give her a thousand excuses and walk away when she said something that froze me in place. “Don’t you want your sister alive?” Author's note: Hello lovelies, As promised this is the 2nd chapter for today. As stated earlier, the app doesn't show all of the comments left on the chapters so I had trouble finding them but I would like to thank all of you. <3 <3 Special shoutout to Karen Joymoss for leaving all the sweet comments and giving me the confidence as a newbie writer to keep going.

Something she had not fully anticipated, though she understood now that she should have. Women writing not about their own recognition of the story but about what they had done with the recognition. A woman who had called her sister after reading the chapter about Chisom. Who had said to her sister, for the first time, the things she had not been able to say before. Who said: I needed to see what friendship that showed up looked like before I could ask for it.

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.

I looked at my parents. “Do you want to know why I’m getting home so late tonight? A client forced me to down an entire bottle of hard liquor. I was in the washroom puking my guts out. “And while I was out there breaking my back, I saw my own sister showing off the apartment you bought her. It’s the one I’ve been working really hard to afford but will never, ever have! Daphne stood up and said in a shrill voice, “Lina, how can you talk to Mom and Dad like that? They’ve sacrificed so much to raise us—”

Nora whined, “Come on Evie, don’t ruin it! Cassie, tell her how amazing it’s going to be!” I wanted to help my lovelorn sister, but all I could do was shrug. “I’m honestly not that fussed about it, sis. Whatever is going to happen tonight is out of my control. I’m not actively searching for anything, I just hope that everything goes well and that no one dies because of anyone’s power-crazed madness.” “You’ve both gone bananas.” Nora said with a heavy eye roll. “No one is going to die tonight, why are you so morose? Not everything ends in a war.”