The Perfect Sister Book Novels & Stories

“My mother had a secret relationship with the Governor and he ended up getting her pregnant. Neither of them knew. Her sister, wanting the throne, persuaded him to betray my mother and they both attempted to kill her. Leaving her for dead in the forest for the wild animals to find her. But, my father found her, took her in, cared for her, no questions asked. Eventually, she realized she was pregnant and as he helped her through it they fell in love. Then I came along.” “Wait- wait- wait- you’re saying that the Queen tried to kill her sister to get the throne? So she just did that without any remorse.” Ace looked like a fish out of water. He seemed to be having a difficult time processing wha

“I’ve seen guys fall all over themselves at my sister Ariel’s feet for years, even if she didn’t realize it.” I think of my perfect big sister, of whom I’m well aware that I’ve been a little jealous for years. She’s just so…pretty, and smiley, and charming, and happy, and…nice. All things I can’t seem to accomplish that she embodies with effortless ease. “Your sister is very attractive,” Anton says with a casual shrug. “I’m not trying to say that that kind of girl doesn’t have her charms. It’s just that some people prefer their girls with a mean stream.”

"Guys, stop it. No matter what, she's my sister. I've already forgiven her." While no one else was looking, she turned to me with a cold, victorious glare and hissed, "You have no right to compete with me. Mom, Dad, and even Simon are all mine. You don't deserve to be loved by any of them."

The teacher returned to his seat and taught Stephen to study again. Even though my sister is strict with us, we understand her since she just wants the best for us. But her perfectionism may also suffocate us since she is constantly saying, ‘This is what you must do, don’t do that.’ She frequently perceives our flaws compared to the good we have done. When sister Evangeline gazed at me, my heart raced. I assumed she was going to preach to me, but she just took my hand and dragged me. “Follow me and close your eyes; I’ve got a surprise for you!”

I whisper too low for her to hear “forever” After she fully wakes up, we spend the next several hours talking about everything. I share with her my business, and she is genuinely interested. She shares with me her annoyance with Allison, apparently, in the family, Allison is considered the “perfect” sister, and they both seem to be trying to be Allison. “Camille, don’t try to be your sister, you are perfect just as you are”. She is shocked at first then, she smiles with a megawatt smile, and hugs me fiercely.

She cuts my sister off, “That was I write comes to life. Yes, my books are real.” Then it clicks, “We are your books, at least we are in it.” “You’re right,” She smiles at me, “It’s actually a series. Your book is still ongoing, the second book and there will be another in the future, whil-” Asteria cuts in, “I am the first. How is that possible?” “I make a lot of impossible things possible,” She points out but my sister’s questioning isn’t finished. “What did you call my book. What’s the name and please tell me that it’s completed,” My sister all but pleads and I snicker.

Max said with a silent smile, "the Waltson family man, what kind of daughters-in-law have you married? Not single one is normal." "What's wrong with my sister-in-law? My third sister-in-law is smart and kind. My fourth sister-in-law is cheerful and talkative. Among women, they are the best." Max rubbed his eyebrows. The little girl still protects the nest. "Then tell me what novel your sister-in-law showed you." Amy got goose bumps after reading the title of the book. She couldn't tell Max Brother that it was the overbearing president who fell in love with an ordinary girl because it was too outrageous.

I snap. Olivia perfect is a name my sister once called me in the presence of Ashley. Sarah called me that to taunt me. And ever since, Ashley calls me “Olivia perfect” just to get on my nerves. She knows I hate being called that. It is not like I am perfect, or even close to it. "I love you," Ashley laughs, resting her head on my shoulder. Once we finish reviewing what we have read, we pack up our books and leave the library.

she continued, her tears flowing. “You were the beautiful one, the smart one, the one who got the ring from the man every woman wanted! And I was supposed to just smile and be happy for you?” My mother clutched her chest again. “Adira… are you hearing yourself?” she said weakly. “This is your sister you’re talking about..your older sister!!” Adira laughed bitterly through her tears. “Yes, my sister…The perfect daughter. The one who never fails… I got tired of being second best, Mama. So when Aiden started paying attention to me, I didn’t stop him.”

I asked, leaning back in my chair. She sighed, her shoulders slumping a little. “My mom has a way of digging into things until she finds something she doesn’t like. She’s not mean, exactly, but she’s… intense. And she always compares me to my sister.” “Ah,” I said, nodding. “Sibling rivalry. Classic.” “It’s not even a rivalry,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “My sister’s practically perfect. She’s got this great job, she’s marrying her college sweetheart, and she’s everything my mom wishes I was.”