My Sister Novels & Stories

My sister’s voice brought me back from wandering thoughts. I looked back at my sister. We were two opposites in appearance and character. My hair was dark brown, hers was the color of light honey. Her eyes were light hazel brown, mine were dark whiskey brown. She was the sweeter and lighter one of us. I was always shy and she was the outspoken one. I was thin, she was more on a plump side. She was ten years older than me and the mother figure in my life.

Upset by her stinging words that hit a little too close to true and tired from everything. My sister is crazy. A delusional dog with a bone. No matter how many times I defend her or deny it, I have to agree with my friends. My sister is a sandwich short of a picnic, and maybe I should study psychiatry in my time here to better sort out the head mess she is.

“If you had any backbone, you wouldn’t come back after leaving! “Now you’re still dreaming of returning to the pack and competing with Rose for her position. You’re truly shameless!” Leon’s words instantly caused everyone to look at me differently. “I thought Claire came back to care for her sister. I didn’t expect her to come back to steal her sister’s happiness. “Good thing Alpha Leon loves Rose.” The surrounding discussion made Rose’s eyes redden. She generously stood in front of me again. “Please don’t say that about Claire. After all, she’s my sister.”

My sister lives in Birmingham with her husband and son Robbie so she's staying in her house, not with grandma. "What's up with her?" I ask Mickey. "Something that had to do with a surgery, you know Chriss." Mickey says. That's my sister, she loves her job so much. She was meant to be a doctor. "Come let me show you two to your rooms," my grandma says taking Liam and me upstairs. This is going to be a long weekend.

I inquired, "Is this her sister?" I asked, my jaws clenched, before looking at my sister, who was now seated in the wheelchair. She's not the same as I was before; she's unique. I'm referring to Colene, my sister, with whom I used to hang around. I couldn't imagine her as the vivacious young lady she used to be. You can tell she's broken like shattered glass just by looking at her.

She slapped me! "What the hell did you just do?!!" I burtsed angrily at her. "You! It's because of you that my sister is in this state now." She glared at me. What? Sister? Since when did she and Aisha became sisters? "What are you talking about?." I asked, with a puzzle face. "Are you deaf or something? I said Aisha is my junior sister." She rolled her eyes. "How? What do you mean?."

I can’t think of any woman who wouldn’t swoon at a man saying no other would compare to you. When we reached my sister’s cell, all the sweet words in the world couldn’t stop my heart from sinking. I know she’s a bitch and, well, a cunt if we’re going, to be honest. She’s done terrible things, and I’m sure there have been plenty of horrors she’s inflicted in the years since I left home. But she’s still my sister.

_ (End of flashback) "WHEN MY SISTER HAS A BOYFRIEND IT'S OKAY! WHEN MY SISTER GET PREGNANT IT'S OKAY!! EVEN IF THEY BREAK UP WITH HER BOYFRIEND AFTER SHE DIDN'T SAY THEY HAVE A CHILD IT'S OKAY WITH YOU!!! BUT WHEN I'M LIKE THE BIGGEST PROBLEM FOR YOU!!" "I JUST DID SOMETHING WRONG, I JUST DID SOMETHING YOU DIDN'T LIKE TO REFUSE, SPEAK TO ME BADLY BUT WHEN SISTER IS OKAY!! YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT I SHOULD IMITATE MY SISTER, YOUR GRADE IS HIGHER THAN HER, I AM SMARTER THAN HER BUT FOR YOU! HE'S STILL THE BEST!!" "NEVER ONCE YOU HAVE BEEN PROUD OF ME!! IT'S ONLY MY MISTAKES THAT YOU SEE, YOU ARE IGNORIN

she said. “Oh, really. Who?” I asked, wanting to know what made her look worked up for a moment. “My sister.” She said. “That’s nice. I've never seen her before. Is she a model too?” I asked, arching a brow up. “She was. My sister is in the hospital. She got involved with an accident which kept her in a coma.” Leah surprisingly let out. My eyes widened at her review and my hands lifted to my mouth in a gasp.

Even with everything we've been through, we still found our way back. It's true what Shiva Sharma said. A sister is someone who loves you from the heart. No matter how much you argue, you cannot be drawn apart. She is a joy that cannot be taken away. Once she enters your life, she is there to stay. I so love my baby sis.