Sister, Sister Novels & Stories

I саn’t hеlр lаughіng. The twо of thеm are classic brоthеr and sister material. They’re physically ѕіmіlаr, and ѕhаrе fасіаl еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ аnd bоdу language, but іn еvеrу оthеr wау, thеу’rе dіffеrеnt.

L I A N A "Lia, my sister who hasn't been watered!" I almost rolled my eyes when my sister shouted upon entering the house. "Lacy panty." I greeted back. the smile on her face was gone, the one that should have hugged me ended up in a slap and a scary look. "You bitch! It's Lacynia, you fucker! I’m your older sister!" she yelled at me, I rolled my eyes, I pulled her hair and she took a deep breath and pulled my hair as well.

I'd dо ѕоmе thіngѕ to hеr, I tell уоu whаt. "Whаt іѕ іt, ѕwееthеаrt?" "Dаddу, I nееd your hеlр. The pump ѕtорреd working аnd I nееd уоu to come fіx іt." "I саn't bаbу, I'm grіllіng. Brіаn, hеlр уоur sister out."

This Sienna girl is too cheery for my liking. "I know Liam sister right?" She asks curiously. I could understand her underlying question. She's trying to say I am Liam sister and that I should back off. Everyone in the town knows Liam and I are not blood-related and she has the guts to say the word 'sister' which I hate the most. "Uhm yes, I am Liam sister, so I am sorry to say this but you're not the candidate for my brother's wife so if you'll excuse me," I said pushing them apart and walk ahead fuming. The nerve of her.

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.

The tears that once ceased resumed their flow, mirroring the pain evident in my mother's eyes as she cradled the remains of my beloved sister. Unable to bear the weight of the grief any longer, I sank to the floor, uncontrollable sobs wracking my body. It was time to mourn, to truly comprehend the agony my sister endured. The pain I had felt up until this point, while intense, paled in comparison to the anguish that now consumed me.

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.

When Andrea first appeared in his life with her mother, Amelia, Killian hated her. Growing up, he was a small child who got picked on by bigger kids in the neighbourhood. His dislike for his step sister was instant but it took a serious turn when she started bullying him as well. She would push him, laugh at him and make fun of him.

Maybe this family did not send their children to the same Hogwarts School of Bitchery and Snobbery that every other rich kid out there attended. "Of course," Chloe chimed in, beating her sister to the punch. "Vivienne—bless her beautiful soul—was our sister and you're her sister. That makes you our sister too. A sister of Vivienne is a sister of ours. It's simple math." "What she said," Audrey concurred. She paused and then laughed amusedly. "See how she keeps emphasizing the word ‘sister’? She's a bit of a sentimental sap. But seriously, I'm really, really, really thrilled to have someone new to hang out with. This one. . ." she gestured at her sister. ". . .is already sick of me!"

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.