Sister Complex Novels & Stories

Indeed, Katrienair has the best sister in the world. You'll forgive the same demons who burned you day and night in a caged, who killed your spirit every hour, who hung your head on a downward cross, who tried to clear out your race, who threw you into a lake of fire, who ruined your once perfect life. You'll forgive the same demon who killed your parent, who destroyed all you've ever lived for, all for the sake of your sister. Who does that?!

I had told him earlier that Liam was overly dependent on me, but I never mentioned his disorder. “Liam developed a disorder when we were younger…” Gerard tilted his head sideways to stare at me. “…Simple terms brother complex. The therapist had said Liam sees me as the only chance of having a family, and then my father’s treatment only made him worse.” Silence dragged, and then Gerard said. “And isn’t brother complex when a brother has romantic feelings for the other?” A frown creased my face. “That’s not what the therapist said.” I gazed hard at him. “Why are you bent on trying to prove that Liam has feelings for me?”

There were over a hundred comments under the post, with most commenters calling her out harshly. "You're sick in the head. You should really see someone about it." "Oh, my god! That is so messed up! He's your brother! Are you seriously competing with your sister-in-law for his affection?" "You seem to have a severe brother complex; undergoing psychological treatment as soon as possible is highly recommended." That online user retorted, "I just want to know how that woman managed to have my brother wrap around her finger. He used to spoil me the most, and now he revolves his entire day around her. I can't take it! You guys don't get my pain at all!

Greed, is the ugliest characteristic one can possess. I wasn’t totally alone, I had my connections, I had my blood witch coven. My only surviving family was my nephew, the son of my baby sister. She defied me and commenced a relationship with a warlock. He talked sweet nothings into her ear about rebalancing our lives. About rejoining his witchcraft community. My sister couldn’t cope with hiding, with always looking over her shoulder. She wasn’t made for war, too pure. He found a new woman before my beautiful Bronagh even found out she was expecting.

Rest, she could not complete. A sister can never tell her brother of the sexual harassment she goes through because she knows it will only increase his rage and would eventually make him commit the crime of staining his hands with the impure blood of his sister's guilty. The same was going on within Max. Ever since that day when Max found his sister in the messed up state of nudity, with no clothes covering her bruised body while she was tied on the bed, he just cried for the loss since poor Maria had to go through a nasty and bad phase in life.

"No, you're not." "Yes, I am." "Jane, we don't share parents. We don't share blood. We don't share DNA." "So?" "So that means you're not my sister!" "That's not what sister means." "What does sister mean then?" "Sister means the person who grew up with you. Sister means the person who knows all your secrets. Sister means the person who would do anything for you." "Would you do anything for me?" "Yes." "Then where were you when Dad died?"

I went down to get some water and something to eat since I missed dinner. After two glasses of water, my head was clear. While waiting for my food, I decided to email my therapist to book me an emergency session. I couldn't wait another week to talk to her. I haven't fully opened up to her nor have I listened to her. But there's a comfort that comes with her talking to me and trying to get me to talk. At the expense of my account balance of course, Nia didn't come cheap. After I sent the email, I was checking my inbox and then I saw it. Another terminated deal. They cut ties at the worst possible moment and they left no room for negotiation. This was the one deal that was supposed to keep us

ROSALIA I didn’t see this coming. I never imagined Bastian would share my secret about Devin with Rosentine. Was he so in love with her that he’d betray me like this? I guess I had gotten too sure of myself, believing he would always stand by me, always have my back. But things had shifted, and it was all because of my sister. My sister, who knew how to ruin everything for me. I forced a smile, swallowing down the knot in my throat.

“It’s… family.” He frowned, pulling me closer. “Do you… want me to come with you?” “I don’t think… this is something you can help with,” I muttered. I wanted him to feel safe. I really wanted to believe he could help. But no. This was bigger than both of us. And it was about her. My sister. My shadow. I couldn’t stop thinking about the irony. Sailyn, the one who had stolen everything from me, the one who had ruined my bond with my Alpha, was now vulnerable. And somehow… part of me wanted to hate her less, even as every scar she’d left burned in my chest.

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.