My Sister's Wedding Novels & Stories

I'd never had a life of my own. I'd spent it trying to be my sister. All because I missed her last call before she supposedly took her own life. My parents blamed me for her death and made me live as her from then on. I copied her handwriting, her voice, her mannerisms, and even her hobbies. But my parents were never satisfied. "We gave you the answer key, and you still failed the test." Then I met Arthur Whitman. He told me I could be myself. The night before our wedding, someone sent me a hotel key card in Arthur's name. When I pushed the door open, I found Arthur clutching my sister, Clara Hale, who'd supposedly been dead for years. His eyes were red. I froze where I stood. I couldn't sto

BRIDIE POV "I never imagined I'd be the one crying at somebody else's wedding after everything we've survived together, and yet here we are." I said it to Cormac, both of us watching Isla and Torin exchange vows beneath Ashgrove's familiar arch, smaller and quicker than either of our own weddings had been, exactly as Isla had insisted she wanted it.

Then her sister stepped out, dressed like she'd walked off a magazine cover, smiling like the last twenty-four hours hadn't happened at all. She crossed the courtyard straight toward Eva, heels striking stone. "You look terrible," she said, pulling off the sunglasses. "You disappeared. The wedding—" I had ---" "I know what you had to do." Her gaze dropped to Eva's hand. To the ring. "Give it back." Before Eva could answer, her sister lunged — quick, sharp, fingers closing around Eva's hand, trying to twist the ring loose right there on her finger. "Stop—" Eva yanked her hand back so hard she stumbled against the wall. "What is wrong with you?"

As though she hadn’t disappeared for a while or worse hadn’t abandoned her own wedding and successfully turning Amelia’s life upside down. She slowly removed her sunglasses and smiled. it was The smile Amelia knew all too well and the one Sophia wore whenever she knew she had already won. “My dearest lovely sister.” Amelia’s hands clenched. “You finally came.” Sophia laughed softly. “I’ve been here for days.” Those words hit Amelia harder than expected. What does she mean by Days? Had she been in the city during the wedding.Watching and Planning her dramatic comeback while Enjoying every second? Amelia descended the remaining stairs until they stood face-to-face.

He bought her a very beautiful diamond ring but Mum is too scared to wear it out in public because of the robbing incidents that have been happening lately. Mum said that I am going to be the Chief Bridesmaid at the wedding and Krystal is going to be the little gown. The colours of the day will be champagne! (I drank champagne at James's new house (James bought a new house with his Dad's shares money. Oh, my God! It is so beautiful, Luc! It has a swimming pool and everything! He even bought a new car.)) I peeled a very ripe, juicy pineapple yesterday and let it block in the fridge. It is like a flavoured ice cube. You remember when we used to lick ice cubes together? Well, I want Krystal and

There was no answer. I turned to look at the first girl I saw, "hey have you seen my sister- Sarah anywhere?" I wondered, knowing that I didn't know who she was so there was a high chance she didn't know who I was. "She's still getting her makeup done over there." She pointed at a group of women and I realised they were trying to work on her hair and face at the same time. "Thank you," I smiled at her and went to meet my sister. "Sarah," I stood in front of her, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand what the definition of a small wedding is." I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time.

, to my greatest surprise, I saw Alice, my younger sister. This wasn't going to be fun at all, "Sis, you weren't going to invite me to your wedding, how unfair!", she said in anger, I felt so bad, this wasn't the type of wedding I would get excited for. I tapped her shoulders slightly and said, " Alice, I really don't want this wedding, I'm sure you know how I feel and I know you're here for something, you can't just appear without a reason, I know you well enough" I had said to her.

---I clapped my hands, being followed by everyone. We made a corridor and they passed us, while throwing flower petals at them. My sister was all smiles, with her makeup slightly smeared from all the crying she had done during the ceremony. It was beautiful, extremely emotional. "I got married."--- My sister exclaimed excitedly, coming over to me. "My little sister got married."--- I exclaimed excitedly, hugging her tightly. "Now all that's left is you."--- She spoke excitedly, running her hand across my face.

She had never seen someone as strong as his sister who can overcome heartbreaks and stressed at a time not being compromising the health. He was lucky for having his sister a role model to him. She maybe younger than her but her experiences helped her grow more. On the other hand few days left before the wedding. Marcus arranged a fairytale like venue covered with Juliet roses, Kadupul flowers and Saffron Crocus. It was a combination. Marcus knew that Hillary loved flowers so much and being a. musician his sister was good at judging voices so he gathered the most famous band in the state to sing on her wedding. He prepared a very luxurious preparation for her.

When we got home, she rushed with it upstairs and I could only guess that it was going straight to her closet. “What was all that about?” Sebastian looked amused as he pulled me into his arms and I breathed in his scent. “That was your sister planning our wedding.” I giggled and he burst out laughing. “Yeah, I should have warned you that our mating ceremony would turn into a circus.” We walked up the stairs to our loft so I could take a shower before dinner. “Yeah, if you thought you were going to avoid the human stuff.” I shrugged, cringing just a little. “My sister isn’t going to let this go by without making a big thing about it. When … My first ceremony was a small quick event that she m