The Silent Sister Synopsis Novels & Stories

The night was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed down on Clara’s chest like an iron weight. Outside her window the moon lingered, pale and watchful, its glow spilling through the curtains and washing her face with silver light. The quiet should have been comforting, but for Clara it was suffocating. It carried memories, whispers of broken promises, and the cruel echo of her sister’s betrayal. Elianna

“You’ll do it, right? You’ll tell them you didn’t see me. If you do, I’ll forgive you for everything, and I’ll even talk to Mom so she’ll forgive you too.” I stared at her. I couldn’t even find the words. This was my sister. The same girl I worked my ass off for. The same one I helped through school. And now she was standing here, trying to buy my silence with forgiveness she thought she owned. When I didn’t answer, she smiled faintly, still holding my hand. “I’ll take your silence for a yes,” she whispered. “So don’t go back on your word.” She let go and walked away, leaving me standing there, numb.

The city was no longer quiet. It buzzed. Hummed. Hissed with headlines and outrage, alive with voices demanding justice. Flashbulbs chased names through the dark Velvet, Wade, Blackthorn each syllable heavy with scandal and revelation. But in a modest flat above a café in East Village, the world narrowed to three people and the silence between them. Isolde stood by the window in the soft grey morning, watching as Vivienne, barefoot and hollow-eyed, made tea without speaking. Her sister’s movements were mechanical, familiar in a way that hurt. Like they were both trying to rewind time by performing something ordinary.

I mutter under my breath. For a moment, the car is silent. I heave a sigh of relief, and glance up at my sister. She's busy with her phone, not bothering to look up from the screen. I guess that's what is keeping them so quiet this time around. I hope they'll stay silent like this until we reach our college.

That I was in fact not his biological sister. Sienna, who had been so quiet and almost catatonic since we were dragged into this wretched place, finally stirred. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and something I couldn’t quite place, hope, perhaps? She turned to me, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something, but the words seemed stuck in her throat. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, almost a whisper, and her words sent a cold shiver down my spine.

"I-I was just-" "She's clever, Silas. She's not the woman for you. Silvio Salvatore, the man who had snatched our family from us, killed your sister. Your only motive should be destroying him. You'll find hundreds of women like her, but, this opportunity is once in a lifetime. She had spent months with him, he had trained her enough to lure any man into her charm but don't be a fool. She's trying to get to your weakness so that when the right time comes, she could run back to that bastard. Not you." Silas didn't lookup. His head hung low. He pondered. The words his father said sounded surreal. Staring blankly at the marbled floor, although it seemed impossible his frown get deeper.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

I am so afraid to enter the scary dark place but my concern and urge to find my sister is more dominant than my fear of entering the forest. I am already tired of walking around the area but still no sign of Diana when suddenly I heard grunts. It was closed to the rocky part of the forest but it was already far from the most proper part of the island where we were staying. I took a step forward in that part, and I was surprise on what I clearly heard and saw. And my tears just suddenly flowed out of my swollen eyes from what I witnessed-- my older sister, Diana and my fiancé, my dearest fiancé, Daniel —having sex under a tree in the dark secluded part of the island in the middle of the night

" He teased. I smacked his chest, taking his hand off of me with a delightful smile. "You are an idiot, you know?" "I adore you too, thank you very much." He nodded but he did not take his hands off of me. "Is she your only sibling?" I did not want for there to be even one minute of silence. The silence would only succeed in making me even more terrible about the situation. I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up.

I'm not trying to waste another second of my life sitting here in misery, waiting around just to find out what kind of messy secrets dragged me down to this crowded restaurant. Sienna finishes pouring, a massive grin sitting on her face as she lifts her glass into the air. "Let's drink to sisterhood." I honestly want to choke just hearing that word come out of her mouth. Sisterhood? But I know that doing whatever gets her talking faster is the only way I'm getting out of here tonight. I pick up my glass, clink it against hers. Sienna takes a careful sip of hers, watching me over the glass. I just hold mine up for a second, then set it back down on the white tablecloth without letting a drop