Stan Marsh Sister Novels & Stories

I wanted to put my hands over my ears to block the sound. A familiar face was sitting next to Joseph. It was the girl wearing the yellow swimsuit at the swimming pool. Joseph's sister. I knew her name was Esther. I heard it in phone conversations between Luc and Joseph. Her phone was in her hands beeping nonstop but she was looking at me. Looking for a place to hide, I sat next to Esther. She turns her attention back to her phone. The room soon became noisy. Jacob and James talking about something, Precious and Luc doing their usual loud-whispering and Joseph watching Luc.

My elder brother, and the first son of the family, Yasha, speaks with delight and I lift my head from my served meal to peek across at them. Stella, my younger sister, straightens her shoulders smugly and fixes a huge smile on her freckled face. Stella relishes in her air of confidence as she announces, “Erza promised to procure the dress for me, and that too, while she’s only returned from a vampire hunt”. That’s right, my younger sister is getting married and in four days at that. Stella is 20, and only four years younger than me. After I was birthed and the family fell into anguish, my mother conceived again and Stella’s birth averted the affliction.

The assistant had some respite but shuddered at Stella's rapidly changing mood. "Oh, and it looks like Melody has a sister in the industry whom she can't even maintain a good relationship with! Pfft! And she's thinking about becoming Lucas' wife? Please!" Stella's contempt was evident. The Sander sisters were both actresses, but Wendy's reputation lagged far behind Melody's overnight fame. Wendy was nothing more than an insignificant actress who would be relegated into oblivion.

Girls standing in the hallway and talking about my husband. I really should start getting to read about Damian. I wouldn’t to be asked a question by a reporter someday about my husband and my brain comes up blank. It would be so annoying. I turned to a corner when a hand suddenly shove me to the floor. I looked up to see Steph and her minions. A part of me became angry, the larger part however softened at the sight of my sister. It had been a while that I saw her. I suddenly missed my sister. “Steph,” I stood to my feet

The pain in my leg has been worse since I carried Elizabeth from the hospital, but that doesn't stop me from hunting down the person who I know is responsible for this stupid ball: my sister, Stella. I step out of my office and scream her name down the halls of the pack house. "Stella, where the fuck are you?" My sister peeks her head out of the game room and gives me her best innocent look. "Are you looking for me?" I snarl in her direction, and she pops out of the game room with a little bounce in her step. Stella is barely eighteen and is the baby of our family. She has never been scared of me or my temper. I thrust the red invitation into her hands, and she simply smiles up at me.

The implementation of her well-crafted plan had been caught by a random dash cam. She looked up with a grin. "You wanna know why? Because you couldn't afford two kids but had us anyway. If I didn't kill her, how would I get all your money? She acted so superior, still being kind after everything. Idiots like that deserve to die!" Linda swayed in shock. Just for that? Was kindness a crime? Yeah, if I hadn't been so dutiful, I wouldn't have died so horribly. She croaked, "But she is your sister. How could you?"

Stella was dead. My sister… the girl who had set fire to a Christmas dessert and laughed about it for years, the girl my family had sent me to Asia so I wouldn’t be there when they destroyed her, the girl who had become something I couldn’t have predicted from what she’d been, the woman who had spent eight years making me a weapon she ultimately couldn’t bring herself to fire was dead on a highway she had not been supposed to die on. And I still didn’t entirely believe it.

Winona did not believe me and even thought I was a conwoman. "Who are you? Why should I believe you? Yvonne is my best friend. Why would she poison me? Harass me any further and I'll call the police." I looked at her and said, "I'm Yvonne's younger sister, Greta. If you don't believe me, look into her bag. The poison is in there." Winona did not believe me and laughed coldly. "You're Yvonne's sister? She has never mentioned having a sister. You didn't even bother to make up a good lie."