The Second Sister Book Novels & Stories

The jock retorted. Savannah fixed her gaze back on Mia. “You’re pathetic. I bet you did it on purpose just so you could touch him.” The girl got closer, glaring at the girl dressed in black. “Dream on bitch. He’s never going to be interested in an ugly whore like you.” Without warning, she gave Mia a sharp shove, causing her to stumbble backwards. Mia scoffed and retreated. “You’re both as delusional as each other.” Savannah watched her new step-sister leave before pulling her boyfriend away. His eyes were lingering on Mia a little longer than she would have liked.

How can I stop myself? Brows furrowing, I lean my hip against the table and flipped the first page open. The writing is somewhat faded I have to squint to make out the words. My sister was born on a cold, cold night, when I pulled her from my mother’s womb, there was no color to her, I thought her strange for she had curls of white hair and moons for eyes. My eyes widen. Oh, my goddess, A silver one, this is a journal written by the sibling of a silver one.

the midwife informed the equally pale sisters. “Wait, can’t you see that my sister is sick? Help her! Eliza demanded. “I'll be right back and help her,” Nan spat, as if she was doing a great favor and not doing her job. “Now the main thing is to introduce him to the family and show him to the priest. When the door slammed shut behind the midwife, the confused Eliza took her sister by the hand and began to pray to the Firstborn. She was two years older than Malia, she herself had recently married and even dreamed of children until that day. But not now.

— I ask softly, and when Arina doesn't react, I insist: — Real mothers. My sister understands instantly. I can see her holding her breath. — No… That… it can't be… We are daughters of the Goddess… I turn the book over so she can see it herself, then I go to another one. Saren. Gabriel. Darba. Ruena. Tyldi. I think this session is recent. Down must be me and my Sisters. The oldest ones must be on top. Without thinking I start looking for the book with my name on it.

Mom and Jorge's scheme was full of flaws. Diana had been living with Henry under my name and identity so as to keep him from noticing anything unusual. He probably did not even know about the existence of such a plan all these years. But if I were to go to Henry, all of their lies would fall like a house of cards. However, I never went to look for Henry. Diana was my younger twin sister. If she was happy, then I was delighted too. I always believed that we should treat each other with sincerity. Since Diana was my younger sister, it was only natural that I give in to her demands.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

She added this last part with a surprising sense of seriousness on her face. My eyes spun to Joseph in confusion, who looked like a lion ready to explode at me, yet with a terrifying, mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. How can two unrelated teens almost reaching adulthood be brother and sister? That was absurd. I loved Miss Britney; she had a great personality, but she was getting it all wrong, leaving the two of us… uncontrolled. I had planned on starting to write my very first book today, but that wouldn’t happen, and certainly not for the next two to three days.

Girls laughing, choosing dresses, dreaming of tomorrow. We moved through the boutique like a small storm of excitement. The shopkeeper, a sweet woman named Clara, didn’t even flinch at our wolfish energy. She fluttered around us, pinning hems, adjusting sleeves, showing swatches of fabric that shimmered under the lights. “Your sister,” she whispered to me at one point, “is the happiest bride I’ve seen in years. You can see it in her eyes. That’s real love.” I smiled, pride swelling in my chest. “Yes,” I said quietly. “It is.”

“She watches you and was angered by her sister's tears." The room suddenly felt smaller, and my grip on my knees tightened, having a hard time breathing, but the seer didn't even flinch and continued as though she were wrath itself. “You'd still have all your strengths if you'd treated your wife with the dignity she deserved. But because of the savagery you demonstrated, you angered her sister more,” she said quietly. “So she decided to punish you with the same thing you punished her sister with." I fell back against the chair as if something had pushed me, my gaze darting around the room involuntarily, as if I'd somehow see Olympia standing in some dark corner, watching me.

She smiled suspiciously. "That's what I'm saying. Why I call you shit. You know you still can't understand the things I tell you." "And what's that you're saying?" "You're with that book. The book is in you, you're your sister, and your sister was you, so it's you," she said. My mouth burst open, and my eyes became like an eagle. I was with the book? Totally impossible!