Novel & Cerita My Sister

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

That’s my sister Nora is my younger sister, even though we are 3 years apart. Sometimes, it feels like we're worlds apart. While I'm always thinking about school and the future, Nora is more interested in celebrity gossip and hot guys. We have different interests and different ways of seeing the world, but despite our differences, we still love each other. Just as I'm thinking about what to do next, I hear my dad's voice from downstairs. "Liam, can you let your sister use your laptop for a little while?" he calls.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

My sister-in-law, Ruby Nolan, had been a part of the family for over a year. She got along very well with my parents, but her attitude towards me was somewhat lukewarm. She rarely spoke to me. She would regularly buy gifts for the whole family but conveniently forget about me. When I came home for summer break, she would take the whole family out for a movie, leaving me to wait for them outside on the porch. During casual chats, she would deliberately bring up topics that would only be relevant to the rest of the group, leaving me out of the conversation. She would even kick up a fuss whenever my parents gave me some money for my living expenses.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

I turned. "Your sister was lucky to have you." The words hit me like a fist. I nodded, not trusting my voice, and walked out

I said. She smiled cheerfully. “You’re welcome. And I have your back anytime any day. Because you’re my sister,” she said and she turned her head so she could see me better. I smiled to cover up the tears that were forming in my eyes. She referred to me as her sister. I never had one growing up. The closest I had to a sister was Julia. And I had Kathrine as well. “I just have one question though,” she said. “Yeah? What would that be?”

“Different.” I turned, spatula in hand, staring at the two tiny humans I’d carried home in my body five years ago and who had since officially stolen all my sleep and most of my sanity. “Maxime Rafaello Gómez,” my voice jumped half an octave, the Latina tone snapping out on its own. “If you make your sister fall again, I swear you’re having steamed broccoli for breakfast for a month!” He glanced back, those too-familiar blue eyes blinking with pure guilt. “But I’m hungry,” he protested. “And Issa is very annoying.”

Kristen and my sister. My sister. Yeah. The little brunette leaning back in the boat, eyes closed, soaking up the salt air. She looked even better than I remembered. Her chest a little fuller, her body a little more defined. Em played soccer since forever. She always had her brown hair tied up in a ponytail. Always dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Guys would tease me that my little sis was more of a dude than me. They wouldn't say that looking at her now. Yeah, I guess it's fair to say my sister was kinda my dream girl. Not my sister sister...I mean, that's just not