Sisters-in-law Novels & Stories

My sister-in-law, Ruby Nolan, had been a part of the family for over a year. She got along very well with my parents, but her attitude towards me was somewhat lukewarm. She rarely spoke to me. She would regularly buy gifts for the whole family but conveniently forget about me. When I came home for summer break, she would take the whole family out for a movie, leaving me to wait for them outside on the porch. During casual chats, she would deliberately bring up topics that would only be relevant to the rest of the group, leaving me out of the conversation. She would even kick up a fuss whenever my parents gave me some money for my living expenses.

Before she could answer, Mom walked out with a large bowl of supplements, thrusting it into Sharon’s arms before turning her attention to me. "Fiona, you know how shy your sister-in-law is. We’ve been talking, and the house is just too small for everyone. You should speak to your in-laws and ask them to send more money so your brother and Sharon can buy a villa!" She added quickly, "Of course, you’re my favorite. Once they move, we’ll give you the old house." Sharon’s eyes reddened as she wiped away imaginary tears. "Fiona, I’m so jealous of you. Look how good Mom is to you. She’s willing to give up the old house without even a second thought."

[Wow, this is disgusting! I thought we were dealing with some sort of love warrior, but turns out he’s just a pathetic simp!] [Hey Veronica, how does that strawberry-flavored treat taste? Must feel great having two guys ignoring their partners for you, huh?] [Disgusting doesn’t even begin to describe it! It’s like a whole new level of gross!] [So, let me get this straight. Your fiancée gets hurt, but delaying the engagement wasn’t an option? You had to bring in a stand-in?]

Nina whispered, "This is a workplace." Eve did not understand, "Why can't I call you sister-in-law? Is it strange?" Nina explained, "It's not appropriate. Let's talk outside." She pulled Eve out. Her situation was a bit awkward now. Some people knew she was Nash's wife, but the company's employees did not. If Eve kept calling her sister-in-law one after another, wouldn't it raise suspicions? "Sister-in-law," Eve called out again outside. Nina looked at her, "Aren't you going back?"

“We have to fix this before Valerian arrives. If he discovers the bride has vanished, we will all pay the price.” Mother’s eyes widened with raw terror. “Where is your sister, Nyra? She must have said something last night. We need her now.” The words struck me oddly. Your sister. As if they had ever addressed me face to face like this before. I had never truly belonged. I lowered the phone slowly. “She didn’t say anything to me, Mother,” I replied. “She was happy last night. It’s unlike her to get up and run on such a big night.”

He looked between Evander and Azriel with one eyebrow raised high. “You two…” Lucien grumbled in a baritone voice that sounded deliberately annoyed, although the corners of his lips twitched as he suppressed a smile. “You are acting as though she is your little sister. Remember your position, young men. From now on, call her Sister-in-Law. She is your sister-in-law.” Hearing Lucien’s words, Evander let out a soft snort and lazily rolled his eyes, while Azriel raised one eyebrow with a humorously flat expression.

It sounded like Vanessa’s voice as another woman laughed softly. “You really think so?” “What else could it be?” Vanessa replied. “Mrs. Eleanor barely knew Amelia before the wedding and now she’s suddenly bringing her into meetings?” Another woman chimed in. “I heard she’s even reviewing proposals.” Vanessa scoffed. “Oh Please, that's not trust. It’s just a pity.” The women laughed as Vanessa continued, “Eleanor feels sorry for her. Now imagine being forced to marry because your sister ran away.Of course she’d throw the poor girl a few responsibilities. It’s charity, not confidence.”

"No. You always show up. That's not the same thing." I didn't have an answer. Liam leaned against the boards. The metal was cold. Condensation dripped down the glass. "You talked to your sister?" he asked. "Yeah." "How'd it go?" "She didn't forgive me. But she didn't kick me out either." "That's something." "That's what everyone keeps saying." "Because it's true." Liam crossed his arms. "You can't fix everything overnight. You just have to keep showing up." "That's what I'm trying to do."

“These days, those women giving birth to daughters think they’re much better than us who produced sons. “My older sister just gave birth to a daughter yesterday, and she would not even let me hold her baby. She’s looking down on me for giving birth to a son!” Everyone supported her. “Your older sister is a nasty person. Her bloodline will end with her daughter.” “That’s right, is your older sister insane? She must have a son!” “She’s going to suffer when she’s older. When she gets bullied by others, she’d realize the importance of having a son.”

Sophia. My sister. My twin. The other half of every memory I had ever made, every birthday, every family dinner, every Sunday morning with our mother's cooking filling up the house. Sophia, who had known every private thing about me since we were eight years old. Sophia, with her perfect posture and her soft laugh and her talent for making every room feel like it had been waiting for her to arrive.