The Silent Sister Synopsis Novels & Stories

Too calm. The silence stretched between us like a noose tightening around my throat. Then, without a word, someone stepped forward and placed a phone in my hands. I looked up at him, my stomach twisting. “Watch it.” His voice was laced with something far more terrifying than anger…control. With shaky fingers, I pressed play. And then my world shattered. There she was. My sister. Strapped to a table, wrists and ankles bound cruelly to each corner. Her dress was torn, her body vulnerable. A blindfold covered her eyes, and a strip of tape sealed her mouth, just like mine had moments ago.

"Maybe cutting off your sister's medical bills will remind you of your place." At the mention of her sister, Nissa's head snapped up, eyes wide, face pale. Tears poured from her already red-rimmed eyes. She scrambled forward on hands and knees, clutching desperately at his pant leg, begging without words. Benjamin's expression did not change. Only the corners of his lips curled slightly, cold and cruel. The silence terrified her even more. She bent low, forehead to the floor, and began to beg in earnest. Each time her forehead hit the floor was harder than the last, until blood bloomed faintly against the tile.

Maybe it was the quiet girl, I thought as I looked up. I was wrong. An old, shabby looking woman with scattered white hair stood before me with her small eyes staring directly at me. She looked like she wanted to say something and I waited for her to, but she remained silent. I was getting increasingly uncomfortable by the way she stared at me. “Can I help you?” I mumbled with a puzzled stare. "You are her sister.” she whispered with a raspy voice. "Nayla's sister.” The forest Nayla

She raised her chin in what looked like defiance, but was really an act of fortification for herself over what was to come, while their lustful eyes consumed her. “I’m first, this time,” Jeremiah muttered. “Tell me more about what you need,” he said as his lackeys stood so close behind her that she could feel their body heat on her back. “Not another clean up, I hope.” “I told you,” she grumbled. “My sister is missing and I need you to find her. Time is of the essence.” “It seems an odd thing for Sybil to send you to us to find a missing person. We usually work on more delicate and dire cases such as the one we just did for you. What is it about your sister being missing that makes it so

"What are you thinking right now?" "These are my thoughts, they are mine." She grinned and changed the subject. They talked for a while and talked about all sorts of things. Most of the time Hannah talked. She told Alissa about her childhood, her sisters and even her first boyfriend. Alissa listened intently and laughed a lot. Hannah and her three sisters had been through many things together and had done a lot of stupid things. Alissa also wished for siblings in those moments, but that wish would never come true. At some point Hannah suddenly fell silent and Alissa looked at her questioningly. "Somehow I'm the only one talking, tell me something about your family." She asked and leaned back

Soon he searched for the ointment and luckily found it, he gently rubbed her back, he knew the pain was not only caused by falling because he remembered his brother saying how his sister in law used to complain when she was pregnant having back pain, cramp and leg pain. In the silence of the room haya who was pretending to be asleep noticed how her husband was guilty of his past actions, she knew he never did it purposely yet he regrets all of it, she wanted to hug him but at least for now she didn't want to resist his touch nor forgive him easily, the only thing she understood was she can never live without him. ______________ They were currently watching a movie called jumanji the next lev

I ate at the kitchen table with my back to it and watched half a movie on my laptop that I couldn't have described ten minutes after it ended. I brushed my teeth, turned off the lights and got into bed. Lay there for forty minutes staring at the ceiling. At midnight I got up, walked to the kitchen in the dark, and opened it. I didn't turn the light on. Just stood at the counter with the letter and the thin wash of streetlight coming through the window and read. The first paragraph told me Sienna was his sister. I stopped and read that sentence again. Then again. His sister. Richard Thornfield's illegitimate daughter. Twenty-four years old, alone in Portland, pregnant when she'd walked into F

I said, my voice calm, too calm. “You… you came back.” Her words were barely a whisper, yet I heard the panic behind them. I took a slow sip of champagne, savoring the way she squirmed. “Did you miss me, little sister?” Her lips parted, but no words came out. For a moment, we just stood there, two Rushmore sisters staring across years of betrayal and silence. Then she excused herself hastily, nearly spilling her drink as she disappeared into the crowd. I laughed softly to myself. Some things never change.

Arius finally said but his words were not enough to pacify me, I was still seriously tempted to bury my own table knife in her eyes. “And you Gwenn, you should know better than try to rise up to the bait, you know that it …” “If you continue talking, I will give you a matching black eye.” I threatened and Arius sighed but he kept his mouth shut. “Where is Silana?” Another sister asks. “Who knows where that girl is, she does things in her head and according to her own timetable. She is so odd.” Vastae answered, I know of this one name because she was the second most awful sister after Vala.

“I’m your sister, for God’s sake! Why would you be admiring me and getting hard for me?” “Olivia, please…” My voice cracked as I leaned closer. “I promise I’ll do anything. Just let me have a taste of you. No one will know. I swear.” She sat there, stunned, her small breasts rising and falling quickly with her breaths. “Wait… what the hell? Silas…the almighty Silas—is begging me? You want to sleep with your sister, Silas?” I rushed forward and covered her mouth gently with my palm. “Shhh. Mom and Dad are downstairs. You have to keep your voice down.”