My Sister Novels & Stories

"What did you just call your sister?" Brenna blinked, her lips trembling slightly as she shrank back a little bit. "Mom, she started it—" "I asked you a question!" my mom snapped, taking a step toward her. "Did you just look down on your sister because she works an honest job at a mechanic garage?" "She called me a parasite," Brenna whimpered, trying to make herself look like the victim.

When Evelyn was six, her parents' enemies attacked, and she vanished in the chaos. Her parents spent nine years searching for her. When she came home at fifteen, Evelyn believed with all her heart that she finally belonged somewhere. But that very night, through a thick wooden door, she heard her younger sister Serena sobbing. "Now that she's back, will you still want me?" The next morning, Evelyn offered to give Serena the sunniest bedroom. Her mother hugged her and wept. Her father stroked her hair and told her again and again how understanding she was. Serena took her hand for the first time. For the first time since coming home, Evelyn felt fully embraced. From then on, Evelyn knew exact

and Wren decided, on the spot, that she did not want to be a poor girl. “I am here because for a month I have stood among you under a borrowed name, and you have been kind to me, and I cannot let you be kind to someone who doesn’t exist.” She turned her head. “And I am here for my sister. She was raised to be the one they chose, and they used her too. Whatever she did, she did because she was taught that love is something you win. I don’t hate her.” On the stage, Sera’s chin trembled. For the first time in her life, Wren thought, her sister looked exactly like what she was: someone who had been waiting a very long time to be told she could put something down.

We shared the closest bond life had to offer. "Cara, do you think mother would be proud of you for this?" I had to point out, sniffing at the demon my sister had become. "I don't care about what she thinks, especially not now." She rolled her eyes and creased her arms across her chest, ignoring the memories we had shared since life had begun. "You are letting all of this happen, over a man?" I shook my head pitifully at my sister. She seemed to have lost the person she was all because of someone who was probably resting in bed at the moment

I didn't want to go through that memory lane again. I shook my head again and continued. "I have a sister, Evangeline. Eva in short. She's almost nine years younger than me. My only sibling and the girl takes full advantage of that." I smiled fondly and chanced a glance at Adrian to gauge his reaction. No one in the business world knew about my family and I'd kept it that way. But I didn't see any surprise in his eyes.

L I A N A "Lia, my sister who hasn't been watered!" I almost rolled my eyes when my sister shouted upon entering the house. "Lacy panty." I greeted back. the smile on her face was gone, the one that should have hugged me ended up in a slap and a scary look. "You bitch! It's Lacynia, you fucker! I’m your older sister!" she yelled at me, I rolled my eyes, I pulled her hair and she took a deep breath and pulled my hair as well.

"Hey boo." I heard the very sweet, alluring and enticing voice of my equally sweet sister and I squealed. I rushed straight into her arms while she giggled. Oh! I missed the sweet sound. Meet my beautiful older sister, Laila Tolani Gregg, as I mentioned earlier, she's a corporate lawyer working for a private firm. My sister is indeed a beauty. In all honesty, I was surrounded by lots of beautiful people,make and female alike. We have great genes I tell you.

I invited him and he sat down in the seat in front of me and spooned some rice and took some of my cooked omelette. "Omelette huh?" he softly whispered but still it reaches my ear. “Ah-huh. As if I have a choice? There is nothing else I could cook having just eggs in your refrigerator; does my sister even know how to cook another dish rather than just eggs and hotdogs. Surprisingly, because my sister loves to taste different types of dishes, especially when she is itching, I mean her taste bud, you know,” I sarcastically said that made my older brother looked at me. And with confusion look, he still laughed at my joke. That’s wh

Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just said. I just laughed at my sister, causing Kuya Vince and his sister to look at me. His sister approached us, exchanging glances with my sister and me. "So, which one of you is my brother's mate?" she asked directly. I looked at my sister again, and now her face seemed sad, but she forced herself to smile. "We're just friends with your brother. By the way, I'm Clara, and this is Jennifer, my younger sister," my sister replied. "Nice to meet you. You both look beautiful!" warmly greeted—

My sister struggled and spoke against the choking "Help - Me - Marlie!" "CHARLIE!!!" I screamed at the top of my voice. {End Of The Nightmare 2} ******** I woke up from my sleep with that. It was then that I realized I'd had another nightmare of my sister asking me to help her. The nightmares kept coming to me like scenes from a movie. The very moment I would close my eyes, my sister would torment me with her pain. "I need to let her soul rest in peace." That thought came to my mind. And not just that, I also came to a decision.