The Sister Between Us Novels & Stories

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

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.

Zayn and Allegra turned to see Aurora resting her back against the door of Zayn's chamber. She rose to a standing position and spread her arms. She nudged her brows at Allegra. "Sister" Escaped the lips of Allegra and the two moved towards each other. She was still her sister despite what had happened between Zayn and her. Aurora pressed her face into her sister's neck and whimpered gently. "I missed you so much, Sister" "I know and I missed you too and always think about you" Allegra kissed her hair and the two remained in the position for a moment before letting go.

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

I rushed to the office knowing I'm going to get a talk down. As I pressed the number on the elevator I thought of my Sister. There is so much said today, I don't even know where to start. My emotions are jumbled right now. One thing I noticed is the difference between our looks which was subtle at best when we were younger has become prominent. She is willowy with auburn hair, amazing tan and at 5.5', she could be called petite to my Amazon stature. I'm not fat, just curvy, you could say like Kylie Jenner and my skin gets red when I attempt tanning, emphasis on attempt here. We have the same eyes and similar jaw structure, other than that we are as opposite as we could get. It's natural as w

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I’m so focused on her that I don’t hear Mason walk up behind me until he says, “Dude… are you spying?” I jump. “Jesus...don’t sneak up on people.” He squints at the pond. “Wait. Is that...holy crap. That’s Lena Merritt. My little sister is obsessed with her.” My jaw tightens. “You know her?” “Not personally,” he says. “But my sister watched every competition. She saw the accident on TV.” My stomach drops. “Accident?” Mason looks at me like I’m an idiot. “You didn’t know? It was brutal. Happened during the game you got suspended for. My sister was crying for hours.”

"I heard all of it." The room was very quiet. Irina sat in the chair beside the bed and felt simultaneously like a teenager caught doing something she shouldn't and an adult who knew she hadn't done anything wrong and wasn't sure which feeling she was more entitled to. "I didn't plan it," she said. "I know you didn't," Anna said. "It wasn't — I wasn't trying to take anything from you—" "Irina." Anna's voice was soft. "I know that too." She looked at her sister. At the face that was her mother's jaw and her father's eyes and fourteen years of growing up alongside each other in a country that wasn't theirs and then an ocean apart and then back together again.

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

"Bring them in." Two minutes later, the door opened. Three young people walked in. A young woman about my age with my same green eyes, and two younger men who looked like they could be brothers. They were thin, scared, but very much alive and unharmed. The woman's eyes found mine, and something passed between us. Recognition. Connection. "I'm Natasha," she said softly. "Svetlana was my mother's sister. I think... I think that makes us cousins." I stood up, drawn to her by something I couldn't name. We stared at each other across the conference table, two branches of the same broken family tree.