My Sister Novels & Stories

"Today, I stand before you with a heart overflowing with gratitude, joy, and love as I celebrate not just another year in my sister’s life, but the countless moments she’s been the guiding light in mine. To my amazing older sister, who has been my mentor, protector, and best friend, happy birthday. As I reflect on the years we’ve shared, I remember a time when life felt overwhelming and confusing. I was young, and you, with your unwavering strength, stepped in without hesitation. You not only raised me, but you also nurtured me with love, patience, and wisdom. Every time I stumbled, you were there to steady me; every tear, you were there to dry it; and every f

So far there is no need to that's what I'm talking about. "What is there to know?" My ex-girlfriend whose brother I killed is taking revenge defense. She came and threatened to hit me where I was most sensitive. You only have to know one thing. My sister-in-law, Samantha, I told you yes she receives messages of hatred and that her cousin followed us, she is actually my girl. She is only married to my brother on paper. Here you know why she is important. The most important thing. " He raised his eyebrows a little, wrote something in the papers, and just nodded at me.

Then I smiled, stopped what I was doing, and squatted down. Hugging him in my arms, I said seriously, "Lita is my sister." "Really?" Blinking his big eyes, Bryan asked curiously, "Then, does she have the same face as yours, Mommy?" "No not the same face as me but we do look alike." "Wow! Can I see her?" Bryan was so excited. I frowned slightly and showed a face of regret. Pinching Bryan's little face, I told him seriously, "Mommy's sister has gone somewhere pretty far away. For a long while, she won't come back."

No family, no friends, just the two of us. Years swept by. I was an adult now. Despite that, my sister still fought for my safety. She was my only family, my only friend. I couldn’t thank her enough for everything. Our relationship turned more into a telepathic feeling. Whenever she’s sad, I can’t be happy. When she’s far away, I feel lonely, a part of me will be gone. My lovely sister’s name is Luna Bianchi, a parent, a friend, a defender, and my guardian. AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️💖💞

He probably knew what we had done. God, could the earth open up and swallow me? Reagan eyed me without changing his expression. "Gallena Mikhaelovich's least annoying sister." I'm pretty sure he recognized me from my hair which was different from Gallena's. "My sister isn't annoying ," I said without thinking, definitely bolder than I'd ever been, especially considering the fact that I was surrounded by three predators, with another one upstairs. Not to mention Lorenzo was still near me with his drunken eyes. He's not like this when he's sober. Well, at least from what I could tell. He watched me with one narrowed eye.

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

Sister please Stop calling me your sister , stop calling me that , I am not and I will never be your sister that you know already done the moment that you decided to take the company away from me . You knew all this while , you knew all along that they were not going to let me have that company , I was supposed to have that company at 23 , but I was decided and they sent me away to work somewhere and get more expertise and for the good of our family company , I believe and I decided to take that .

He dropped to his knees beside my bed. "Grace, come home with me, okay? We have the same blood type. I'll give you my entire liver if I have to. You're my real sister. I won't let you die. From now on, I won't care about anyone else. I'll only stay by your side, okay?" Something inside me snapped. I shoved him away and started screaming like a madwoman. "I'm already dying! What's the point of playing the good brother now? Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"

well, my sister was a problem. My sister and I have fought our entire lives. Seriously, I cannot recall a time that Katie and I ever got along. I am almost two years younger than she is, but that meant I was only a year behind her in school initially. She got really sick several times in the sixth grade and wound up repeating, and from then on we were in the same grade. I would have felt sorry for her, but she was perpetually such an unbelievable bitch to me and my friends that we would just fight instead.

I felt that way now, after seeing Helena with that man. “Grace has always been the helpful one,” my mother interjected smoothly. “Haven’t you, dear?” The old familiar role. Grace the helper. Grace the accommodating one. Grace, who never says no. Sometimes I wondered if my mother even saw me at all, or just the function I served in the family. Before I could respond, the door flew open again, and Hunter’s younger sister Maya burst in with her usual whirlwind energy. “Sorry I’m late!” she called out. “Traffic was insane, and then I couldn’t find my keys, and—” She stopped short when she saw everyone assembled. “Oh good, I’m not that late after all.”