The Sister Novels & Stories

"Urge. My sister is as evil as they come." I blinked, shocked for the first time that night. "Your sister?" "Step-sisters, to be exact," she corrected, her fingers twitching as if she wanted to cast a hex right then and there. "She's been rotten since we were children, always jealous of the natural light in others. She wants to play god, and she's using Vivica to do it."

The sister I always wanted. She means the world to me, I love her a lot. She is the sister I prayed to have. She has long brown hair along with hazel eyes. She has recently turned 21. She has just given her exam of masters in English Literature. “Everyone?” She called, looking around. Her height is above average, almost the same as Adrian. We walked down as she clumsily hugged me and shouted in excitement, The real excitement is coming up, dear sis. "Congratulations, Brother!"

“I told you this would happen!” Waitㅡ what?! I struggled to form words. “Wait, I can explain. She's lying!” His mum stepped forward, fury written across her face. “Is it not enough? The havoc and the rumors you've spread against your own sister?!” She seethed, voice harsh. I took a step back, struggling to form words. “Youㅡ That's not what happened, hear me outㅡ she's lying to you all! She cheated on Alpha Orionㅡ”

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

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!

“Yes.” “You won't like it.” Adrian's expression hardened. “I'm getting used to that.” She smiled. “My name is Eva.” “Eva what?” “Eva Cross.” Adrian froze. “That's impossible.” “Apparently everyone likes that word.” She stepped closer. “I am Elena's sister.” The Sister Adrian stared at her. “Elena doesn't have a sister.” “Not one she remembers.” “Where have you been?” Eva looked toward the sky. “Waiting.”

"Sister! Please don't cry anymore with your baby. Sister, explain it to me because I can't get it." "Huhuhu! Did you know she is Carina Taylor? She's my best friend, she's the one I lost as a best friend 20 years ago. We searched for her for a long time, I searched for her for a long time because I believe she is still alive and I feel if she is still alive and I am right." "Really Sister? Are you sure about that? I don’t know, Is she sister Carina? Why does she have a different last name? Why doesn't she remember me? And when did you know that she was sister Carina?”

"Easy." I stared at the table. At the grain of the wood blurring in front of me. "So I'm not your sister." Lucien answered. "Not by blood." Elias added quietly, "But by choice." That should've helped. Should've felt like something. It didn't. I turned to Rowan, my gaze steady even though my hands were shaking. "And you?" His throat worked. Once. Twice. Then: "You were never my sister." The room went dead silent.

Panic surged, and she grabbed Stefan's arm and cried, "Stefan, what are you doing? Did you forget? I'll always be your little princess. I'm your sister, Amber. Your Amber." Stefan snapped, seizing her by the throat. "I don't have a sister who brings only misfortune," he said hoarsely. "My sister is Viola. Only Viola." Amber fought back with everything she had. Years of extreme stunts had sharpened her survival instincts. Stefan's body was also weak. His life revolved around touring, piano practice, and caution. He could not match someone who faced danger daily. Amber overpowered him with ease.

She grins, letting go of that complicated feelings about William's appearance. " Hi." He responds, the smile of her undeniably same as Laura's. But her eyes are definitely someone he knows. It's weird but... He can't help - " Are you Laura's -?" " Sister! Do you like my sister?" " Do I?" He looks at Laura who is standing next to her parents. " Can't I like her?" " No." she pouts. " Why?" " Because Sister is mine." She sticks her tongue out and giggles. William can't help but staring at her. A strong sense of attraction works. His hand reaches her head, patting gently, " Can we be friends?"