Sisters Before Misters Novels & Stories

“Damn, Irina, I guarantee you, I will own that moment so much, you'd think he's the bride!” And, then, hysterical laughter rang out. The two ladies were Anna and Irina Sabalenka, blood siblings, and they were riding in Anna's black Corvette, on their way to pick up Anna's wedding gown for her impending wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Neo McKinney. Irina, the younger sister, was billed to be the chief bridesmaid, and the excitement in the two ladies’ hearts was evident. “Seriously, though, it would be the happiest day of my life, Irina.. I almost can't believe that it's actually happening,” Anna continued, “I almost have to pinch myself.”

Hard. Soft. Gentle. Familiar. I know that lips. I know that smell. I know that feel. The light flicked on, harsh and sudden and we sprang apart. It’s Niko. Nikolai…My sister’s husband. “Aevia?” Shit.

“I told you this would happen!” Waitㅡ what?! I struggled to form words. “Wait, I can explain. She's lying!” His mum stepped forward, fury written across her face. “Is it not enough? The havoc and the rumors you've spread against your own sister?!” She seethed, voice harsh. I took a step back, struggling to form words. “Youㅡ That's not what happened, hear me outㅡ she's lying to you all! She cheated on Alpha Orionㅡ”

It was because of the woman who had once been the mistress of the house: the sisters' mother. She had married Arthur and given birth to nine daughters in succession. Her health had been fragile, and so had her nerves. The slightest sound could wake her. In the final months before her death, even birdsong was too much. One unexpected noise could irritate her, and that irritation often turned into anger for no apparent reason.

“Jana, the system says it can bring good luck. “You’ve always had terrible luck. Even a simple aerial routine ended with the harness snapping! I’ve always been lucky, so I won’t fight you for something like this. I’ll let you have it.” How ridiculous that I had been so grateful back then. Only later did I find out she had tampered with the rigging on purpose. Because she was my understudy, and she wanted to take the bigger stage for herself. After getting that twenty million, my sister squandered it recklessly. She even gave up the ballet she had trained in for over a decade, spending her days partying outside. Whether it was cars or houses, she wanted only the best. She kept young lovers on