Stop Sister Novels & Stories

I huff, trying to stand my ground. "We have to." He sighs "Where are you even going to go!" I strain as I start to become more and more frustrated with the situation. "To my girlfriend Cindy. We will be moving in with her and her daughter." He informs me. Hearing the word daughter…really pissed me off. Jack can't have another step-sister, I don't want him sleeping with her like he did with me. "But you'll always be a part of our lif-" he starts before having me cut him off.

"You're making my parents misunderstand. Cut it out and leave already." Over the past five years, he'd pursued me hard, showing up again and again at my doorstep, but I'd never let him into my heart. The past still weighed too heavily on me, and I couldn't open up so easily. Jason wasn't having it. He yelled out dramatically, "Mrs. Presley, Gloria's trying to kick me out!" Terrified my mother might actually hear him, I rushed to cover his mouth. And just like that, we reached a deal. He could stay for one week—no more. If he overstayed by even a day, I'd personally kick him out.

The sound of laughter from the sitcom barely registered. Empty takeout boxes cluttered the coffee table beside unopened mail. Her once-perfect nails were chipped, and her hair hung loose, undone like everything else in her life. She’d stopped answering calls, not that anyone was calling anyway. The only number that used to matter now belonged to a man who’d ruined her and a company that no longer wanted her. It was on one of those gray mornings, as she rummaged for leftover pizza, that a sharp pain cut through her abdomen.

The proof that I'd made it, that my system worked, that control was achievable. I felt nothing. "I appreciate that, Marcus," I said carefully. "But I'm going to decline." He blinked. "You haven't even heard the numbers." "Doesn't matter." I leaned back in the chair—the same chair where Eli had sat, challenging me, changing me. "I'm done." "Done with what?" "With this. The ladder. The next rung. The idea that there's always another level to reach." I paused. "I'm leaving the agency, Marcus. I've already talked to Eli. We're starting something new."

“Lina, are you done with this little tantrum? Get home and apologize to your sister. Now. “How could you skip Daphne’s birthday party? All the relatives are asking where you are.” I listened calmly. When she finished, I replied briefly, “I’m swamped with work. I don’t have time. Also, from now on, don’t bother telling me about anything involving Daphne.” I hung up. My father also tried reaching out. His tone was softer, but he was also calling for the same reason. “Lina, I know you’re hurt. But come on, families fight. Be sensible. You shouldn’t hold grudges forever.

“This isn't my fate, so I refuse to accept it.“ I replied flatly, emphasizing on every word. “You shouldn't have accepted it either. I always thought you were a fighter but you gave up too soon.“ “Why engage in a fight you're gonna loose in the end? It's much better if we all accept our fate and stay put in our world. If you keep stalling in accepting your fate, the after-effect will be worse when you finally accept it. Take it as an advice from an older sister who doesn't wanna see you really broken at the end.“ She turned around to leave but faced me again after hesitating for seconds. “And before you judge me, I just want you to know I tried really hard not to turn into this. I really tri

Absolutely none. I was about to message Sishy but a sudden call has interrupted what I am about to do. A call from an unknown number. "Hello?" "You need to stay away from her, Otis." a woman from the other line said. "Mrs. Young?" I asked hoping that she'll answer my question but instead she continued about what she is about to say. "Stay away from her if you don't want for the worse things to take place soon," she said in an angry tone. I immediately sat down and headed to where my other phone is. I put our call in a loud speaker in order for our conversation to be well-recorded.

And this partying thing sounds cool but at the same time crazy because her father would never allow it. "I can't. Father won't allow it." She says softly. "Leave that on me." He mused and she looked confused. "So can I call you babe?" He mused and she gasped horrified. "No! Don't! Stay in your limits!" She warned him sternly and he laughed out loud. "Sure babe." He mused and she cut the call with a red crimson face. She touched her cheeks and they were burning hot. God! This man is crazy!

smirked Amy, with her lips nearly touching the corner of her ears. "If you get what we're saying," chuckled her stepmother. “They will continue on with you until they all have a piece of you. When your full circle and no longer useful, then you will be of no use to us either.” Amy grinned wickedly at her. Stella's stepmother laughed wickedly.

“What is it?” He set the file down in front of me. “We were preparing to transfer the alimony, as instructed. Routine, or so I thought. But Stella’s account bounced the payment. I tried the backup numbers and accounts, but… sir, she’s wiped everything. There’s no working contact, no active account. It’s like she’s…gone.” He waited for a reaction. I gave him none. My heart was beating hard in my chest but I held his gaze, expression flat. “So find her brother. Josh Harrington. He worked for us. There must be a record.”