Other Sisters Novels & Stories

She sighed and shook her head, silently asking me to continue. "They weren't only well-known for their beauty, but for their unity as well. People called them the inseparable sisters, and that was what they were. But as they grew, one surpassed the other in popularity and charm. She was doted on and loved by all the young alphas and princes, including those in the highest positions. She received gifts daily from men and women who admired her charm, but the other sister received nothing. The other one never bothered. She always had the thought that one day, people would recognize her charm as well, but as months grew into years, she realized that she was only loved because of her sister's cha

Needing people and making the need look like an invitation. She thought about growing up alongside her. Two sisters in a small apartment in Kyiv, sharing a bedroom that was too small and a life that was big enough anyway. Anna always more polished, more certain, more everything — or seeming so, which Irina now understood was not the same thing at all. Anna constructing the composed version of herself so thoroughly and so early that even the people closest to her had started to mistake the construction for the person. She thought about Zara. About the call.

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.

he said. I thought he just had a good memory. I forgot that he'd never once remembered I'm allergic to strawberries. His mother shot me a disapproving look. "Jennifer, a woman needs to be gracious about these things. You couldn't even produce a son. Lydia is carrying the McKinzie family's first grandson. "If it weren't for Harvey's kind heart—remembering all those years you've been together—by all rights, Lydia should be the first wife and you the second."

I was always interested in partnering with them, but this just took my plans to another level. While I was trying to figure out a way to make them come to me, I received a call from one of our subsidiary companies. Ellis Exchange had just pitched to them to invest in their company. I smirked and ordered them to reject their offer. I called some companies that they might reach out to, and told them to reject them while calling in some favors. I waited for them to reach out to me, but they didn't. I knew they were desperate and I didn't know why they were holding back from reaching out.

Ava said as she pulled a bottle out of the bag. Catherine closed the door. “Which one of my sister’s gave you my address.” So I know which one to kill. “Huh? Oh. The one with the blonde hair,” Ava answered. Catherine placed her hands on her hips as she took a few steps towards Ava. “All my sisters have blonde hair.” Catherine had four sisters. Constance was the eldest and married with twins, then Catherine, Caitlin was third, and Chastity and Chelsea were the youngest. Chastity was born first and Chelsea followed thirty minutes later.

I would've died if a colleague of mine hadn't come looking for me when I couldn't be reached. When I regained consciousness, I told Mom what happened. All she said was, "The fact that Amy treated you that way goes to show just how much of a failure you've been as a sister. You must've pissed her off with the things you said. Otherwise, why would she hate you so much?" All at once, I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy pool of water. I was chilled to the bone. "Even if I'd been the worst sister alive, did that give Amy the right to kill me?"

I almost cried when I realized today was the death anniversary of my late sister Stella. Growing up, my older sister, Stella, always seemed to have it all. She was the golden child, the apple of my mother's eye. While I tried to find my place among the shadows, Stella effortlessly commanded attention. She had inherited our mother's stunning looks and confident demeanor, making her the epitome of their shared aspirations.

I say as I make the introductions. The women appear to be triplets. The one in the center speaks, her voice is warm and welcoming. "Hello Luna Iokaste, we know who you are. I'm Sister Penny, this is Sister Rachel and Sister Celia. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Are you ready to learn more about who you are?” “Yes, yes I am." I reply as confidently as I can muster. All three women reach out their hands.

' she thought Subconsciously, after Realizing her thoughts she scolded herself as she knew that it might not be happening so soon as the latter just went through a break up. [ Hmm, we'll see. ] " Hey girls " she Greeted attracting the attention of the two. " Hello, Sis Stella. " Rose greeted as she embraced Stella. " Wait, you guys address one another as Sis? " " Yes. " " But I thought that Sisters are one's biological Sibling, or am I wrong? " " You are right dearie but you can also address someone you like very much as Sister too, it does not necessarily need to be your Biological sibling. "