Night With My Sister Novels & Stories

she says. After bidding her goodnight, I hang up and flop onto my bed. My mind drifts to her. Fuck. It's going to be a long night. And it is. A long night of tossing, pacing, drinking water, staring at the sky like it might offer comfort or answers, wondering if she's asleep. When sleep finally, mercifully slips in, my door slams open, revealing my sister with a loud greeting. "Good morning, big—ouuu, someone didn't sleep all night."

For all the summers at the beach house when she'd thought they were a normal family. She cried for Julian. For the brother she'd loved who'd turned into a stranger willing to sell out his own sister to save himself. She cried for herself. For the girl who'd signed that contract thinking she could save her family. Who'd fallen for the man who was supposed to destroy her. She cried until there were no tears left. Until her head ached and her throat was raw and the cheap motel room went dark around her. When she woke up, weak morning light was filtering through the stained curtains. Her phone showed seven AM. She'd slept for fourteen hours.

Why was it called a one-night stand again? Selene understood how Sia felt. She knew she shouldn't be bringing the night up again but she couldn't help it. She rushed to see him and tell him how she felt about that night. They never got the chance the tell each other about their feelings and it irked her. She craved his face, his touch. She couldn't think straight. Sia looked at her friend and was at a loss for words for some time. "Okay let's say you want to meet him. Do you know him from Adams?" she asked.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

And then it hit me—the club. The Black Siren. Luciano’s favorite hunting ground. Smoke, blood, and betrayal all dressed in red velvet and flashing lights. I crushed the cigarette under my heel, stood up, and made a decision that surprised even me: Tonight, I was going to that club. Not to fight. Not to beg. To get my damn sister back. --- The streets roared around me, neon slicing through shadows like switchblades. My boots echoed across the wet pavement as I crossed into the territory I had no business walking alone. Everyone knew The Black Siren was a no-go unless you wanted to disappear. But tonight?

“I'm doing everything I can to bring your sister back. I'm not your sister's biggest fan, but you can't deny the fact that I'm trying everything I can to…” “You are?” She cut in, her voice aching with sarcasm. Her eyes were trained on me, and I didn't miss the fury dancing in her eyes. She threw her arms wide, before stepping closer, and I didn't miss the slight shift in her voice. “You shared his bed. He sent you a lovey dovey message, and you let this happen? My sister’s out there, gods know what he's doing to her, and you’re lurking in the shadows, eavesdropping on war councils?”

Desperate people did unpredictable things. Back in my lodge, I tried to focus on preparing tomorrow's treatments. The confrontation had left me drained, but there was work to be done. I measured out herbs with mechanical precision, trying to lose myself in the familiar routine. I held my sister's insecurities in my hands now, and she knew it. The irony wasn't lost on me—five years ago, she'd destroyed my world because she thought Damon would choose her. Now she knew he never really had. I reached for the herbs in the cabin, calculating dosages, that's when I heard the lock click.

It sounded to me like someone was in pain. I hurried to the source and wished it would have been someone in pain instead. With her bedroom door opened ajar, I found my sister having sex with another man, humping her from behind. They were both naked while she had her ass in the air, his dick pounding in and out of her.

I was meeting my younger sister Niamh for a drink after work at one of London’s swanky hotels. Now, you might think there is nothing unusual about two sisters catching up over a cocktail but it’s nothing short of a miracle I still have a sister. It’s also a miracle Niamh could not only book the venue but get there without her support worker. And it’s an even bigger miracle I arrived at the hotel more or less on time.

If there is any pain in the world for her, I hope I can stand in front of her to help her share some. "It's too late. I'm sleepy." I yawned on purpose. "Oh, I'm sorry, I've taken up too much of your time. Nuri must be waiting for you in your room," my sister said with a smile, and then nudged me on the back. "Go and find your husband." I stood up and took a few steps forward, then looked back at her and waved good night. In the moonlight, my sister is like a rose. She seemed ready to be knocked down by the storm, but she still showed a kind of strength and beauty.