Sister Novel Novels & Stories

"That book is the diary of Celene... the Moon Goddess' first daughter." I jumped, letting the book fall from my hands. Tony rushed over to me and held me close to his body. Heather slowly walked up to the table, sliding the book closer to me. "Let me tell you of a story." I frowned at her. Why was this necessary. "What story?" I asked. She smiled, looking from me to the book. "The story of Cimone... Celene's sister."

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?"

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

“Are you reading fiction books again? Why not put everything you’ve learned in the book into practice in your own life? So you don’t end up becoming a fool who fantasizes about it in your head.” I don’t know what to say to her. I don’t read romance; instead, I prefer horror and mystery-thrillers. If I follow what is written in the book, I will be a killer for the rest of my life. “I just don’t want to interact with others, sister. You already know how bashful I am.” My sister frowned. “You can’t talk to anyone because you’re too timid. What if your family is no longer with you? What are you going to do?”

Chapter 18 Adelie POV It's a beautiful morning, and I'm glad that I'll be having breakfast with my parents today. Just how much I've missed them so much. These past few days without them have been unarguably boring. Descending the staircase minutes later, the aroma coming from the kitchen welcomes me and realizing that I'll be eating from the food made by that scumbag I call a brother, I can't help but roll my eyes angrily. I'm still so mad at him for treating Cynthia the way he did yesterday. For goodness sake, she did nothing wrong. All she did was confess her feelings to the bastard she claimed to be madly in love with. As much as I'm sad about what happened, I'm also happy that she reali

"I started writing this novel two years ago. I drafted an outline of the story arc and characters all in this laptop. The time stamp on the documents are clearly marked as well. This is—" Slap! Florence stormed over and slapped me hard across the face. "This laptop belongs to your sister. All the words in there were the result of your sister's deep thoughts and hard work. It has nothing to do with you!" I was seeing stars from the slap. I fought to hold back my fury. "My cell has a record of my laptop purchase. It is proof that it belongs to me!" Jenna's eyes widened in disbelief. "Were you planning to steal my ideas when you bought this laptop for me on my birthday?"

Growing up, my mother regularly told her children that and used it as some sort of weird ammunition or excuse for her various bad behavior. When my parents' favorite daughter --my sister-- passed away far too young, it devastated my entire family. Suddenly, life stopped. My brother refused to even celebrate his birthday for several years, insisting that the day instead be renamed and repurposed as an ongoing celebration for my late sister. I also became a surprising villain in my own family's story. On paper, many would expect my parents to be proud to have me as a daughter... but they weren't. The looks and comments that Lily got at the beginning of the book are ones that I know well. (You

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

Even though I should have been used to their blatant favoritism by now, my heart still throbbed with a dull ache. My parents had always given Rebecca preference over me since we were young. We were born only ten minutes apart, yet I was constantly reminded of my role as the older sister. I had lost count of how many times I had given in, from small things like my only toy to even boys we both liked. When I was little, I found a stray kitten and took care of it carefully. However, Rebecca snatched it away from me. That cat did not survive even one day before she killed it with her own hands.

"You're our only sister now... Sarah, we'll definitely protect you." I looked down at them and saw Sarah's hands trembling with excitement when she heard the words "only sister". They helped each other up and left. I merely watched them coldly. Alright then. Now, everything was back on track. Now, the two brothers could fully enjoy their "deep sibling bond" with their real sister. But for some reason, my soul still refused to depart. … After returning to the Sinclair residence, Sarah thought she had gotten away with it and slept peacefully. The next day, while she was sleeping soundly, her bedroom door was suddenly kicked open by Joseph!