My Sister Novels & Stories

But even then… I could still feel it. His gaze. Heavy. Persistent. Like it refused to let me go. “Are you okay?” I flinched slightly at the voice. My sister. Of course. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment, her eyes soft but searching. “You’ve been distant,” she said gently. “I’m just tired.” That excuse again. It was becoming too easy. She didn’t look convinced. But she didn’t push. Instead, her hand brushed lightly against mine.

“These days, those women giving birth to daughters think they’re much better than us who produced sons. “My older sister just gave birth to a daughter yesterday, and she would not even let me hold her baby. She’s looking down on me for giving birth to a son!” Everyone supported her. “Your older sister is a nasty person. Her bloodline will end with her daughter.” “That’s right, is your older sister insane? She must have a son!” “She’s going to suffer when she’s older. When she gets bullied by others, she’d realize the importance of having a son.”

Sophia. My sister. My twin. The other half of every memory I had ever made, every birthday, every family dinner, every Sunday morning with our mother's cooking filling up the house. Sophia, who had known every private thing about me since we were eight years old. Sophia, with her perfect posture and her soft laugh and her talent for making every room feel like it had been waiting for her to arrive.

her father said, his voice calm but his message clear. “I won’t disgrace you, Father. I promise,” her step-sister replied, her voice sweeter than candy, lilting and confident. Elsa swallowed, knowing she could never hope to match her sister. Even her voice sounded like a sweet melody. Everything about her sister was made to be praised, adored, and loved. “You.” Her father’s sharp call made Elsa’s stomach twist. She flinched; “You” had always been the name reserved for her, cold, distant, a reminder that she was nothing more than an obligation.

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

When the second avalanche hit, my older sister, Irina Wilson, who was the rescue team captain, gave the last seat on the helicopter to my skiing rival, Blake Dawson. Standing ramrod straight in front of the cameras, she spoke with unwavering conviction, "Because I've always followed the principle of rescuing those found first before those found later, this rescue operation was nearly flawless. Out of 300 people at the scene, only one was injured!" My coach roared in anger. "Robert is your own brother! Why didn't you save him when he was the first one found?" Irina shook her head in anguish. "Precisely because he's my brother, I had to avoid any appearance of favoritism. Blake is an orphan

My younger sister, Zelda York, is a pretty little airhead. She's naive and always falling for other people's tricks. Frustrated by her lack of sense, Mom grabs her by the ear and lectures her again and again. "Lauren is smart. You should learn from her whenever you run into trouble." A light bulb goes off in Zelda's head. From then on, she becomes utterly devoted to me. She's convinced that whatever I have must be the best. When I'm eight, a severe allergic reaction leaves me fighting for my life. Just as I manage to pull out my allergy medication, she snatches it away. Right in front of me, she swallows every last pill and sticks out her tongue at me. "Lauren, don't think you can sneak off

"Fine. I'll apologize." Thousands of viewers flooded the livestream in seconds. I took a deep breath. My voice was shaking. "My name is Jennifer Rocher. I admit here and now that I have harmed my daughter, Ellie, as well as Lydia Winston. I sincerely apologize to both of them." Lydia dabbed at her dry eyes. "Jennifer, I don't blame you. I will raise Ellie well. Harvey says she looks just like me. Maybe that's fate—maybe we were always meant to be mother and daughter."

I had been a copycat since childhood, but I only ever copied my older sister, Solana Darnell. When she took a liking to a strawberry cake from a particular dessert shop, I bought out every new product from that shop and kept eating it until my stomach hurt. When she took up equestrianism, I fell off a horse and broke my leg. The first thing I did after getting my cast removed was to go back to the stables with her. Whatever designer brand she wore, my closet would inevitably have the same piece the very next day. Later, Solana married the eldest son of the Creese family, Arthur Creese. I turned down every arranged marriage my father set up and instead married the Creese family’s second

Our father caught my older sister, Daphne Wilson, skipping class to party at a nightclub. By the next morning, he'd confiscated all her debit cards, credit cards, and sports car keys. Dad sneered at her. "If you're old enough to cause trouble, you're old enough to earn your own money." And just like that, the eldest daughter of the Wilson family, whose fortune was worth hundreds of millions, found herself so broke she couldn't even afford an extra chicken drumstick at the school cafeteria. With no other way to support herself, she had no choice but to swallow her pride and come to me. "Lend me 250 dollars." I lounged on the sofa and casually pulled up the calculator on my phone. "I don'