The Last Sister Novels & Stories

He looked toward my sister. “Ask her what happened to the last family who tried to stop me.” My sister’s face went pale. I looked at her. “What is he talking about?” She didn’t answer. The Architect smiled wider. “She hasn’t told you.” “Tell me.” Nothing. “Tell me!” My sister’s eyes filled with tears. The Architect leaned closer. “Your mother didn’t seal me away.” I stared at him. “Then what did she do?” His smile disappeared. “She made a deal.”

“Because she’s the last living bloodline of the name they erased.” Nothing makes sense, what does he mean by that. “Last living bloodline? That’s my sister, we have two other sisters if you don’t know that and by us being sister we share the same bloodline unless there is something else you are trying to say right now.” With the fight and everything that has happened in between, Aly is very agitated and I can know that feeling very well. He took a deep breath. “The fact that your sister is the last bloodline is a known fact, but even we don’t know what that means. Your father knows this and even your mother. I wish they were here to answer to that.”

Our parents had always treasured her while neglecting me—just like now, as our mother thought about Joey's choice for just a brief moment before nodding in agreement. "Fine. I'll trust you on this, since you're always so smart, unlike your foolish sister." Sion's reaction remained hidden behind his mask. However, although he acted like he wasn't listening, he put the money on the counter and dragged my sister out of the building—just like he did with me in our last life. On the other hand, I was taken in the opposite direction by Yoran. Even as we left, the smug smile on Joey's face was stuck in my mind.

"Heidi, you ran off on your wedding to fool around with some man here? Have you no shame left at all?" Dad's face was grim. "You've had your tantrum—now come back. Don't make us a laughingstock." Clifton's gaze fell on Tyler, and he growled, "Who is he?" I set down my cup. "He's my neighbor, Tyler Tanner." Mom rushed forward, raising her hand to slap me. "What kind of neighbor keeps you company at this hour? You shameless little slut!" Tyler caught her wrist midair. He stood in front of me and said calmly, "There's surveillance here. If you lay a hand on her again, I'll call the police."

Then smiled. “So…” She whispered. “The last Quinn has finally found the Sanctuary.” She reached into her pocket. Pulling out an old family photograph. One Aurora had never seen. In it… Isabella Quinn stood beside another young woman. They looked almost identical. The woman on the yacht touched Isabella’s face gently. Then whispered five chilling words. “Sister… I’m finally coming home.”

"They are both good girls, both of them... But you? As parents, don't you owe Sienna? Doesn't she deserve a little love?" Mamma collapsed into a chair, covering her face. Her shoulders shook violently. "And now, you won't even let them see each other one last time?" Grandma's voice was hoarse. "Vivian is going to be... gone tomorrow. Sienna is her only sister. The sister she protected since they were little! How can you let Vivian go like this? You want her to go with regrets?" "I... I didn't..." Mamma's voice came through her fingers, broken. "I just wanted Vivian to be happy on her last day. I didn't want Sienna to upset her..."

I will never forget how my life changed after my sister left. At the start, they kept me from school before sending me to work at a construction site. When I came back, they made me eat scraps meant for the dog at the doorstep. I cried as I ate, feeling nothing but grievance in my heart. "Does it hurt?” Mom had taunted. “But did you suffer as much as your sister did? She was burned alive in that fire! She was only 19, and in the prime of her life!" Dad was standing beside her, equally furious. "Scott, if you hadn’t insisted on going out to buy figurines, your sister wouldn’t have died. I wish it was you who had died back then!"

No matter how much I was going to try and fix this glass, no matter how much I wanted to mend that glass, I was never going to be able to do so. Sienna was right. My sister did turn against me. My sister made her choice. She was going to get one last chance. “We'll see how you handle this chance, Maria…”

It was tormenting to think about the fact that she had actually done something that despising all for a man. "Caramel is here." I announced to my parents while they craned their heads at us. I had intentionally ignored making mention of the male figure. My mother rushed to her feet to stand in front of Caramel. She gripped her shoulder and began to shake her like there was no end to her troubles. "Why would you do that to your own sister? My mother wailed, "what got into you? How could you let yourself be blinded by lust? What happened to the love and bond I trained you to share with your sisters?" She cried, not faltering with her action.

Looked at her sister one more time — at the strong jaw and the tired eyes and the woman who had been through more in the last six weeks than most people went through in a lifetime and was still, fundamentally, completely Anna. "I love you," she said. She didn't say it often. Neither of them did. It was a Sabalenka thing — love expressed through showing up rather than saying, through presence rather than declaration. Anna looked at her. "I love you too," she said. "You absolute disaster of a sister." Irina walked out smiling. They left the hospital at midnight. The three of them in Curtis's car, Atlanta doing its deep night thing outside, quiet and amber and indifferent. Nobody spoke for a wh