Sister Novel Novels & Stories

"That's what I'm for. That's literally what sisters are for." "I know that now," Anna said. "Six weeks of listening to you talk to an unconscious person will teach you a lot about what your sister is for." The faint smile again. "You talked about everything. Things I didn't know. Things I should've known." She looked at Irina's hands. At the ring. "He brought you food on the first night." "He did." "And sat in the dark with you." "Yeah." "And took you to dad's—" she stopped. "He took you to the Italian place."

How can I stop myself? Brows furrowing, I lean my hip against the table and flipped the first page open. The writing is somewhat faded I have to squint to make out the words. My sister was born on a cold, cold night, when I pulled her from my mother’s womb, there was no color to her, I thought her strange for she had curls of white hair and moons for eyes. My eyes widen. Oh, my goddess, A silver one, this is a journal written by the sibling of a silver one.

Then, she glanced my way and said, "Lucky you! Off to the Browns' place. Don't forget to scout some decent guys for your sister. Skip nobodies like Anthony. She's college-bound and deserves a guy with power, like the Commander!" My parents always put my sister first when it came to the good stuff. As for me? Two words—not worthy. Just because my birth was a three-day ordeal that nearly ended in disaster, I was branded the family curse—the bringer of bad luck. Whenever my sister gave me a hard time, our parents saw it as payback. Then, by shipping off their curse—me—they could scrape together some college money for my sister. They figured it was a fair trade, so they rushed to tell the repres

After the torture of trying to not think of Nathan or Brenda and their stupid kiss, I just wanted to sleep as soon I got home. I sigh and drag myself out of bed. Clara is gone by the time I'm out. I hurry to the main building. Cathylene’s voice is high indicating one thing—something serious is going on. My heart skips. “What's going on?”I ask one of the maids. “Lady Cath's sister is here.” Lady Cath’s sister? Oh…hot shị́t. Linda. The only sister of Cathylene and a complete opposite of her. A lunatic. I walk inside.

I eventually got tired of the countless buzzing and I pulled the phone out, watching as the screen flooded with notifications stacking up on each other. T*****r. I*******m. News alerts. All of them, I clicked on one and the new began. “Sereia Fontaine, the woman who kidnapped her own sister years ago, has allegedly pushed her pregnant sister to the ground at a charity gala in Geneva." I scrolled down. “Witnesses say Fontaine has been trying to destroy her sister's life for years. First the kidnapping. Now this." They were more articles, headlines and even a photo of my face.

Maybe she's just a teenager, but I want Gretta Mikhaelovich to know I don't care for her, either. No woman with that much male attention could ever be anything but clumsy and stupid. I could tell she loved spending her daddy's money on her pink designer heels. Her sister is wearing sandals. I might save millions by marrying his sister instead. Galena is odd but interesting. If you compare her to her brother, she's amazing; if she stood next to Gretta, she would merge with the wallpaper. This scenario works well for me. I'd rather not have a wife to which all my cousins are attracted.

Or the one that had made all those girls face punishment for daring to covet me. Right here, was the Zira I first met. The one that was ready to run away from all of this drama. “Your father and sister don’t matter once you are seated here. About your sister, someone is stirring the coal. If you are like this, then you have allowed the person to win.” I chuckled as she shot me a doubtful look. “Surely, you don’t think I’ll lie to you right? Your sister is coming from a brothel and has finally found a man that would make her Luna. Wasn’t she anxious to be with him at first before her background was found out?”

“It's an old story. The lady had a sister with whom they were very close, this sister had two daughters - Melissa and Amalia, named after an aunt. So, Amalia was very beautiful, Alt Reed spotted her, and they became lovers. The girl fell deeply in love and completely lost her head, although at that time Reed had several more mistresses. Once Amalia disappeared, the whole family went crazy and threw all her strength into the search. She was found mauled in the woods near the Reed estate. Amalia and Melissa's father had connections at court and began his own investigation, but a month later he died during a robbery on the road, followed by their mother committing suicide. Lady Holm and Melissa

It’s been two weeks since the fire tore through the manor, two weeks of quiet peace that feels almost misplaced. I’m not sure how to feel about the death of my sister. We weren’t close nor loving. She was just… there, in my life, a shadow that occasionally followed me around in Red River. I let her lead, let her try to teach me how to be the perfect, submissive vampire wife, the perfect princess, the easiest, most trusting target.

But even then… I could still feel it. His gaze. Heavy. Persistent. Like it refused to let me go. “Are you okay?” I flinched slightly at the voice. My sister. Of course. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment, her eyes soft but searching. “You’ve been distant,” she said gently. “I’m just tired.” That excuse again. It was becoming too easy. She didn’t look convinced. But she didn’t push. Instead, her hand brushed lightly against mine.