Sisters Before Misters Novels & Stories

My younger sister, Halsey, greets me. “Hey, what’s up with the big smile so early in the morning?” I ask while drying my shoes on the doormat. “You, wanna know?” She asks with surprised eyes. “Yeah. I mean, why not?” I ask, looking at her with a confused expression. She glares back at me as if not knowing what to say. “I’ll tell you later.” She answers as she walks away. I roll my eyes and scoff as I watch her make her way upstairs. I follow behind and head to the bathroom.

Her sister went missing all of a sudden when she went for her honeymoon and according to Fiona, Fey was running for her life. “Fiona came her to find her and she took her place so that she could know who attacked her sister.” Later, we found out that it was Sarah and we planned to make sure Sarah got what she deserved. When she found out that her sister was dead, she couldn’t continue to lie. She wanted to tell you and she was losing her mind. Alpha Cult, Fiona loved you so very much and she would never try to kill her sister. The new Luna thinks it was Fiona that attacked her but it was Sarah.

Or just me because I’m an alpha female. I was so lost in my fantasies, I totally forgot I was supposed to be preparing for my mini shopping. “Mia? You ready? Let’s go!” Sissy said, peeping through my door. “I’ll be with you shortly sissy,” I said, checking out my final look in the mirror and applying my favourite fragrance while throwing in my keys and cards in my purse then headed out. “I think red is bold and beautiful,” sissy said, touching a red dress on the dresser admiringly.

But all his confusion mysteriously disappeared when he noticed how she had cancelled out the term mistress and replaced it with another phrase. “...I will be your mute mistress” The way she dubbed herself his mute mistress, Ethan should not have felt this strange fall inside his chest. But he did.

The eyes of the night could behold the mist, but no other eyes could see it. There were three sisters apart from the mist, and in the middle of the street, they took a stroll in the halt of time, and with everything in suspense. The darkness was around them, the chill that came with ghosts lingered in the unmoving air, and in this state, they couldn’t breathe, but could outlive everyone here. “We should do this more often,” Janice said, looking at her sisters like one would for approval.

I stood on the street corner for what felt like hours, finally gathering enough courage to attempt mind-linking with my sisters. Unsurprisingly, they had blocked my mental connection long ago. I sighed and pulled out my phone, calling my Alpha sister, Alexa. Twenty years as siblings should count for something. No matter how ugly things had become, we deserved one final meal together. She disconnected my calls repeatedly before finally shutting her phone off completely. I swallowed it down and dialed my Beta sister, Riley. This time, after an eternity of ringing, she deigned to answer, like she was granting me some grand favor.

Sid openly flirted with Payal? "Guess Mihir jiju is calling you," misty said grabbing her sister to her side. "Didn't you tell your sister that Mihir didn't come with your morning? And he would be coming back in the evening only?" Sid asked while Payal enjoyed their banter. Sid looked too cute when he pulled Mishty's legs and Mishty was no exception. She was jealous when Sid flirts with her sister. "Why don't you now leave us alone for some time? I guess someone needs some attention?" Mishty asked her sister glaring at her that there is no way she should deny it.

My father speaks to Death and I speak to the dead. To the outside world I have a twin sister, Saga, although she’s not really my twin. It’s easier to let people believe that since we were born on the same day, just a few hours apart in different parts of Alaska and telling people that our father killed her mother wouldn’t go down well.

No more worrying about who might be the killer. But all I felt was cold. --- At noon, I finally stood up. My legs were stiff, my back aching from sitting on the hard floor. I walked to the window and looked out at the campus. Students crossed the quad in groups, laughing, talking, holding hands. The lake glittered in the distance, blue and calm and innocent. The lake where my sister died. The lake where someone held her under until she stopped fighting. I pressed my palm to the glass. "I'm sorry, Alice," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't do this alone."

Flanking her were Julian’s older brother and sister, their tailored designer suits immaculate, their eyes locked onto me with a predatory amusement. The public masks they had worn in front of Julian last night were completely gone. "You look remarkably pale, shadow girl," Julian’s sister murmured, tapping her manicured nails against her crystal juice glass. "Did you truly believe that because our brother bared his teeth at us in your bedroom, you had actually secured a place at this table?"