Nami Sister Novels & Stories

But every single time my mother or Nathanial turned my way, they were searching for the ghost of the girl my mother left behind in California. The sister I never even met casts a heavy shadow over my entire life. Thinking about her always fills me with fury. My perfect, carefully planned life started falling apart the night we all had dinner at that restaurant. As if Elias Warren wasn’t bad enough, Nathanial looked at Natasha across the table and casually mentioned how her smile reminds him of our sister. That single, offhand remark sent me into an absolute panic frenzy. If Natasha is truly my older sister, why didn't Nathanial recognize her immediately?

“I have a sister… she…. is very pretty… I thought I recognized… the girl at the fight… six months back, I did some research and it's her… don’t you like her… I can help you get her… then… then I think it can be seen as a repayment don't you think…?” “Amore?” I look confused over at her. “Yes… yes.. her name was Mia… she change her name to Amore…!” That seems to spike my interest… “Hmmm, your sister you say? I thought you are an only child?” She roughly shakes her head. “No…No… my dad wanted to kill her more than four years back, but she ran away… see you can do anything with her, she does not even have parents anymore…” I scratch my chin thinking for a second… that’s true… but what about Nat

Amari addresses Codi directly in a sweet, warm voice. My normally outgoing niece pokes one eye out from my shoulder, then goes back to hiding her face with a giggle. "This is my niece, Codi. Our Betas, Milo and Lenora's daughter," I shift Codi's weight on my hip to get her to look at Amari, "Codi, this is my sister. Her name is Amari. Can you say Amari?" Codi peeks out from my shoulder again at Amari, then quickly pulls her head back to my shoulder. Making all of us chuckle.

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.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

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.

"And Nevada, he's my brother, Nathan," Nevada batted her lashes, staring at Nathan and then blurted out "Damn, your brother is so sexy and hot," Seraphina's eyes widened whereas Nathan coughed and Nicklaus glared at his sister's boldness. "Neva, language," Nicklaus spat. Nevada rolled her eyes and then waved at Nathan. "Fine. Hello, Mr Miller, nice to meet you and you're so beautiful just like our Seraphina," She said, making Seraphina smile.

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

“Sister Yelan!” “Here, Sister Molly!” Niamh and Damian, the Almandine twin siblings with striking similarities but distinct personalities, played merrily in the lush gardens of the Castle. The two laughed and shouted as they ran, waving their hands toward Yelan, who sat not far from them. The sun shone brightly overhead, casting a warm glow on the siblings as they played. Niamh, with her beautiful lavender hair, was quick on her feet, darting around the gardens with the grace of a fairy.

my sister cut me off. Emilia Alonzo, Miya for short, is my younger sister. She is my mother's daughter with my step-father who happened to have another family aside from us and just left us hanging, and starving. She isn't using his surname for her legal wife forbid Miya to bear his last name, that's why she uses my mother's maiden last name.