Noah Beck Sister Novels & Stories

"What's going on?" I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. "Actually, forget it. I don't want to bring it up." "No, please. I want to help." "It's just..." I looked directly into her eyes. "I thought since you have a sister you'd understand what it's like to have someone who can't move on from a past relationship." She considered it. "Rhea had an ex. But she's over him now." "She is?" It slipped out but I caught it. "I mean—how did she manage it?"

“Yes.” A thick silence fell over the room. Then, Becky took a shaky breath. “Natalie… I’m your sister.” I froze. Natalie stared at her, her lips slightly parted, as if the words refused to settle in her mind. “My what?” she whispered. Becky swallowed. “Your sister. We share the same father… but different mothers.” Natalie’s breath hitched. “That’s not possible. I—” She shook her head. “I don’t have a sister.”

he says dryly. I have no idea if that was affectionate or insulting, so I clamp my mouth shut and bury my face in my shake like it might save me from myself. Noah starts talking about his sisters. Leyla, eight years old — and Aria, 21 — working odd jobs, holding things together with grit and duct tape until he graduates and can support them properly. I nod. Smile. Listen. And inside, something twists. Because suddenly my problems feel … small. Soft. Padded.

"Noelle is your sister. It's only right that she helps you. You don't need to thank her." "Thank you, Jensen. Without you, I really don't know what I'd do…" Brooke buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed harder, and watching them only filled me with despair. Even though Brooke and I were biological sisters, I had grown up in the countryside with our grandparents. She, on the other hand, had stayed with our parents, growing up alongside Jensen like childhood sweethearts. Later, I was brought back to live with our parents and eventually started dating Jensen. Brooke became his personal assistant after she graduated from college.

His mother smiled, his younger sister gave me a teasing grin, and friends casually chatted, wine glasses in hand. Noah guided me gently to his side. “This is Amelia Monroe,” he introduced to his friends and some colleagues. “She’s been handling some of my investments.” “Welcome, Amelia,” his mother said softly. “We’ve heard so much about you.” “Thank you,” I said politely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” The evening carried on smoothly. Noah never left my side. Glances, small touches of his hand brushing mine… the electricity was palpable. His sister’s mischievous look hinted she was subtly interrogating me, but Noah’s protective eyes made my pulse race.

But while Grace was enjoying the moment… Someone else was watching her posts again. Back Home – Anita and Jackson Jackson sat on the couch scrolling through his phone. Anita was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Jackson suddenly frowned. “Anita.” She looked up. “Yeah?” Jackson turned his phone toward her. “Your sister is still traveling.” Anita walked closer and looked at the screen. Grace’s newest post showed her standing beside a river with the city skyline behind her. Johnny stood next to her smiling. Anita’s expression tightened slightly.

I tried to pull back, but her grip tightened just enough to stop me. “You’ve been avoiding him all night,” she teased lightly. Avoiding him? If only she knew. My feet felt heavy as she led me forward, each step bringing me closer to the one person I never wanted to stand in front of again. My pulse roared in my ears. Maybe he’ll pretend. Maybe he’ll act like nothing happened. Please… just act like nothing happened. We stopped. I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. “this is my sister,” she said warmly. “I told you about her.”

"Whatever you're doing, keep doing it." "I will." He nodded. Walked away. Liam was waiting for me in the locker room. He was already half undressed. His gear was piled on the bench next to him. His skates were on the floor. The laces were untangled. "You talked to your sister?" he asked. "Yeah." "How'd it go?" "She came over last night." Liam stopped. Looked at me. "And?" "She didn't forgive me. But she didn't scream at me either."

"Cynthia was our real sister! You're the fake!" The entitled look of arrogance on Sarah's face instantly froze. Joseph trembled as he picked up the reports from the floor, reading them over and over again. "No... That's impossible..." he muttered, shaking all over. "The sister we lost... The real sister we searched for over ten years..." Thomas' voice was terribly hoarse. "It was never Sarah." He pointed in the direction where my spirit floated. For a moment, I thought he could see me. "It was Cynthia."

He really was ambitious and the painting was beyond marvellous. "That painting's not perfect, it's rough as I couldn't see clearly in the night," Noah said while scratching his neck awkwardly. I grinned at him and dragged him towards the shed. It had been six whole months and I was finally going to see my sister. She was the heart of the family, talkative, funny, smart, beautiful and genuinely kind.