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.

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.

Beside him sat his younger sister, Wrenna—who shared no relation to Ashgrove's own Wren, but possessed that same stubborn, unvarnished honesty—studying her brother with the particular seriousness only a frightened younger sibling could manage. "I know you didn't mean it. I was just surprised," she said, pulling her knees up to her chest under her apron. "I'm not scared of you, Fen. I was scared of the light, and then I got confused because they felt like the same thing for a minute." "They're not the same thing," Fenwick said slowly, testing the words as if turning a heavy, unfamiliar stone over in his hands.

She pulled out the journal, her pen, and started writing. * * * Sheila Miller I caught a glimpse of my sister Kristen dashing off. She was a quiet one. Always locked in her room. She only had one friend, Natalie, and that girl was wrapped up in dating my younger brother Carter. Both she and that goth chick were dating my brother.

she smirked, "also I think you got the wrong sister. It's me you should be dancing with, not her." "What?" "Maybe we need to do a formal introduction," she stretched a perfectly manicured hand, "I'm Sarah, it's nice to finally meet you sister."

"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.