The Second Sister Book Novels & Stories

Her love was a currency traded for loyalty, a tool to ensure that her reign would remain unchallenged. In stark contrast, the second sister entered the world under the cloak of the new moon—a shrouded figure amidst shadows. Abandoned by fate, she was left to navigate the untamed wilderness, a lone wolf from the beginning. Her fur bore the hue of night itself, her eyes glinting with an inner fire born of hardship.

Another message. You killed the wrong sister.

I forced myself to sit back down, heart beating faster than I cared to admit. Picking up my book once more, I pretended to read, eyes scanning the same paragraph repeatedly while my mind raced with unanswered questions. Minutes later, the heavy library doors swung open with more force than necessary. My sister stormed in, her face twisted with fury. Her eyes—usually bright and commanding—burned with barely contained rage, as if she were fighting the urge to lash out at the first person she saw. “Nate,” she snapped, voice low but venomous as she approached my table. “Have you seen our two housemaids?”

"I scream, 'How is that possible?' as I glare at my sister, who is still grinning at me. Her approach is slow, deliberate. Her grin is still plastered on her face. 'Brother, why are you worrying so much?' she says. I take in her appearance: her wild curly hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, her bright green eyes seem to gleam with a wicked glint, and the corners of her mouth turn up into a sinister smile. The smell of her perfume fills my nostrils, sweet and cloying. It reminds me of the false promises she's made and the lies she's told. I hear her footsteps echoing in the room, each step sounding like a warning. I can feel the tension in my muscles as she approaches me. My sister's p

Maybe she's just a teenager, but I want Gretta Mikhaelovich to know I don't care for her, either. No woman with that much male attention could ever be anything but clumsy and stupid. I could tell she loved spending her daddy's money on her pink designer heels. Her sister is wearing sandals. I might save millions by marrying his sister instead. Galena is odd but interesting. If you compare her to her brother, she's amazing; if she stood next to Gretta, she would merge with the wallpaper. This scenario works well for me. I'd rather not have a wife to which all my cousins are attracted.

It is worth it to love a sister so dearly. The End!

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

My door was pushed open, and there stood my step-sister in all her glory. “Hello, sister, it’s been quite a while. You no longer return my calls.” Lily whined, and I just smiled, tight-lipped at her. If you know Lily, you know the best thing to do is to just ignore her. My parents’ golden child, and she knew exactly how to get under your skin. Nothing I ever did was enough; I was always compared to Lily. She reveled in every bit of attention, and it always made me feel inferior. She destroyed my self-esteem before I even knew what it was called.

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.