Sister One Novels & Stories

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.

my sister cut me off. Emilia Alonzo, Miya for short, is my younger sister. She is my mother's daughter with my step-father who happened to have another family aside from us and just left us hanging, and starving. She isn't using his surname for her legal wife forbid Miya to bear his last name, that's why she uses my mother's maiden last name.

Lennox asked again and I sighed, turning back to him. “Yes, Lennox, my sister. Why do you look so surprised?” I inquired and he shook his head slowly. “You're talking about Diamond, right?” These questions were beginning to irritate me by now. The man knew I had only one sibling, and only one sister. Although I was in a sorority house in college, I never really referred to those girls as my sister. “Lennox, you and I both know that I have only one sister. So yes, I am talking about Diamond.”

Her hands, visible at the edges of the sheet, were curled into fists. She'd fought. She'd tried to live. And someone had held her under until she stopped. "That's her," Alexa said. Her voice didn't shake. That surprised her. "That's my sister." She reached out and touched Alice's hair. Still soft. Still dark. Still Alice. But her fingers froze halfway through the second stroke.

"Because that young woman right there is Ànna's biological sister." "What?" Both Anna and I said simultaneously. I glanced at Anna who was staring at Azeal in disbelief. "You're lying!" She spat. "I don't have a sister," "You don't remember, your mother his her from you," Anna shook her head as she backed away. "No, no, no, that's not true," she pointed an accusing finger at him. "Have I ever lied to you?" Azeal asked... "My mother had only one child, that's it and I am that child."

As Lara opened the door,Diana entered the room and stood in front of Sia. Diana held Sia’s arm and said, “How dare you to sit on my bed, Leave from here right now.” “One second, One second ! Don’t forget this is also my room and I took her here.” “Lara ! It’s not right what you are doing, Did you forget who your real sister is?”Diana tried to make her understand. But Lara understood already now. Lara replied to her, “She is also my sister, a cousin sister whom I never considered her but from now on I am considering her and you should also, and you are my sister by blood, I will take your favor too as I am taking for Sia.”

She says sheepishly. "To be sure, sweetie. Regrettably, I must inform you that I am not precisely a nobody to Mrs Diamandis. I am her older sister, and I have not travelled nearly as far as I have in order to be turned down." As I glare at her, I straighten my posture. "You said 'friend' not 'sister.'" She scowls at me. "Friend, sister... Do we really need to put a name on it?" I mutter.

Anita snapped. Grace fell silent again. Anita looked between them. “You think I don’t see what’s happening?” Johnny crossed his arms. “What exactly do you think is happening?” Anita pointed at them both. “You two are getting closer.” Neither of them answered. That silence said enough. Anita shook her head slowly. “This is unbelievable.” Johnny looked tired now. “What exactly do you want, Anita?” “I want my sister away from you.” Grace’s head lifted instantly. “No.” Anita turned to her.

Chapter 13 Demanding my attention with a solemn expression, Mark beseeched me to follow him. Without hesitation, we proceeded to his office where he designated a seat for me, positioning himself across from me. Retrieving a photograph of a young girl, Mark placed it delicately into my hands. That Puzzled me. The face was unfamiliar. "Who is this?" I inquired still looking at the face of the girl in that picture. Mark, mustering a faint smile, responded, "My younger sister."

he says. "Nothing." "Then what are you—" He stops. His hands curl into fists at his sides. "Your mother called." It is not a question, I nod anyway. "My sister, Sailyn is gone," I say. "She was kidnapped. They needed someone to stand in her place to play Luna and to keep the pack from falling apart while they figure out what happened." He stares at me. His jaw works like he is trying to find the right words and coming up empty.