The Sister Novels & Stories

Despite being nearly the same height, she always seemed like a child to Stella. Finally understanding why her brother loved ruffling the girl's hair so much, Stella spoke gently to Sonia, "Let's go downstairs. As your elder sister, I will help you sort things out." Sonia was taken aback. “Elder sister?” Stella raised her eyebrows, "Trevor is a brother to you, so I should be your sister too. You're four years younger than me, after all." Sonia shook her head. "No." Stella chuckled, "You don't have to refuse so directly, do you?" she feigned sadness, "What about when you call my brother ‘brother’?"

I want things to go back to how it was and Stella is more or less my sister Stella cuts her right in as she says sister Stella; you can say anything but don't talk about being my sister because you'd never be my sister so just get out and don't say a word to me ever! you have no idea what it's like to lost a sister . if you did you won't constantly hurt him, he's my brother and the only relative I have . I don't talk to girls , I hate girls , girls are filled with hate and jealousy and when they can't compete, they decide to hurt you . they decide to kill you but with you, it was different. Caleb talked about how pure you are, how sweet you are and I loved you for him...

"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

Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just said. I just laughed at my sister, causing Kuya Vince and his sister to look at me. His sister approached us, exchanging glances with my sister and me. "So, which one of you is my brother's mate?" she asked directly. I looked at my sister again, and now her face seemed sad, but she forced herself to smile. "We're just friends with your brother. By the way, I'm Clara, and this is Jennifer, my younger sister," my sister replied. "Nice to meet you. You both look beautiful!" warmly greeted—

“You’re my sister, and I’ll always be here for you.” Their embrace was tight and soothing, as if they were sealing a promise in that very moment—to support and cherish one another through thick and thin. Standing together in the embrace of the forest, cradled by nature's beauty, Aria recognized that she had indeed discovered a true sister in Luna, a connection that transcended the confines of words. Their souls felt intertwined, as if they had been woven together by fate, destined to journey through life side by side.

"No, you're not." "Yes, I am." "Jane, we don't share parents. We don't share blood. We don't share DNA." "So?" "So that means you're not my sister!" "That's not what sister means." "What does sister mean then?" "Sister means the person who grew up with you. Sister means the person who knows all your secrets. Sister means the person who would do anything for you." "Would you do anything for me?" "Yes." "Then where were you when Dad died?"

How did your sister die? ...

He probably knew what we had done. God, could the earth open up and swallow me? Reagan eyed me without changing his expression. "Gallena Mikhaelovich's least annoying sister." I'm pretty sure he recognized me from my hair which was different from Gallena's. "My sister isn't annoying ," I said without thinking, definitely bolder than I'd ever been, especially considering the fact that I was surrounded by three predators, with another one upstairs. Not to mention Lorenzo was still near me with his drunken eyes. He's not like this when he's sober. Well, at least from what I could tell. He watched me with one narrowed eye.

Even with everything we've been through, we still found our way back. It's true what Shiva Sharma said. A sister is someone who loves you from the heart. No matter how much you argue, you cannot be drawn apart. She is a joy that cannot be taken away. Once she enters your life, she is there to stay. I so love my baby sis.

P “God Bells it’s not working. Let’s kill him already! At least you won’t have to share the inheritance and from the looks of it, the bastard does not like sharing!” Laughing, she pulled my arm and made me sit. “As much as I’d love to murder my brother with you, I’m afraid we can not. Not yet.” She winked, and I got an eye roll out. Bella Smith. Brother—Satan’s Reincarnate; Aiden Smith. She is the closest thing I have to a sister. We met in college. It was like seeing a missing section of yourself. Without her, I’d think all with a last name Smith is cursed.