My Younger Sister Novels & Stories

I sat beside him on the bed. "Really? Tell me about your other roommate or roommates." He laid on his back, crossing one leg over the other. "My sister when we were younger," I laid next to him, laying on my side so I'd be facing him. "She was so mean and annoying." "Sarah's sweet, I can't imagine her as mean, exit when she's angry and gives me the silent treatment, she's certainly very good at that." "So am I." There was a moment of silence, "you tell me about your childhood, what was it like for you?"

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

I step into the elevator as she watches me in fury. I might be 29 but growing up with two sisters, we're always in a fight no matter what age we are at. I mean, won't you be mad too if your sister takes your new sneakers without your permission just to ruin them because they decided it's a good day to go to someplace with muddy puddles?

But that's if they really want another member. "go ma ssuem ni da, oppa (thank you brother)" She said excitedly. "You are welcome little sister," I smiled. "Hey! I'm not little, I'm 22years old." She whined. "But you are still my little sister. Ain't you?" I laughed as she whined more. She hate's me calling her little. "eomma appaga algo gyesibnikka?(Is Mom and Dad aware?)" I asked, putting an end to her whining. My ears were beginning to cry already.

They could hear loud giggling and chattering coming from there, as if a get-together was in full swing. “It’s quite a normal scene here. My younger sister has returned from boarding school to complete her final year here. So today everyone is extra excited,” said Amy. “Oh, you have a sister as well?” asked Brooklyn with wide eyes. “Yeah, her name is Genelia. We call her Gia and believe me, she’s the youngest, so she’s spoiled rotten by everyone,” said Amy with an eye roll. “Here comes Amelia, at last,” said Blade with an eye roll.

Even though we were not the closest siblings and we always had our usual fights, we were still siblings and we grew up together. “Do you have any siblings?” Selene asked, and I nodded. “Yeah, I have a younger sister. She's sixteen.” I answered and Selene exclaimed. “Just sixteen? That's young,” I laughed out, Selene also looked young. In fact, she looked younger than Carla. “Aren’t you also young? Despite being 300 years old, you look younger than my little sister, ” I replied and Selene laughed out. “Really? I look that young?”

★JENNIE★ "A-nty Jennie, I want cornflakes." I tore my gaze away from my phone and looked down at my adorable four-year-old sister, Joanna. She meant the whole world to me and I don't mind going through hell and back, just to make sure she is always doing fine.

“Your sister?” “Yes. She’s away at college. She’s younger, your age. She got adopted into a really nice family when we were kids. They didn’t want to take in an older kid, but they took in a two-year-old no problem.” The words pour out of me, and I’m not sure how to stop them. It’s like my tongue is working against my brain. “They weren’t all bad. They let me see her on holidays and talk to her on the phone.” “Oh, Jackson.”

We watched her, intrigued as we waited for her to continue. "My brother, Aidan, was older than me by a few years. He’s always been the adventurous one—always getting into trouble," she laughed lightly, a sound that warmed the chilled air and made the shadows retreat. "And then there’s Lyra—" her voice cracked "—my little sister. She was just eight and she was bright, so brilliant. The way she followed Aidan around, you’d think she was his shadow." She laughed again softly, and my heart broke at the broken sound. The way she refers to her family in past tense was heart wrenching.

That’s my sister Nora is my younger sister, even though we are 3 years apart. Sometimes, it feels like we're worlds apart. While I'm always thinking about school and the future, Nora is more interested in celebrity gossip and hot guys. We have different interests and different ways of seeing the world, but despite our differences, we still love each other. Just as I'm thinking about what to do next, I hear my dad's voice from downstairs. "Liam, can you let your sister use your laptop for a little while?" he calls.