Novel & Cerita The World Without My Sister Who Everyone Loved Novel

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

The whole time, Zander stared at me with a strange look. I knew I'd need more than that, but I could always get new stuff. Somehow, in one corner of my mind, I concluded that I'd donate the rest of my things to goodwill. It didn't occur to me that I could always come back to take anything I needed, and that scared me. It meant I was coming to terms with this new life without even starting it. Walking down the stairs with Zander carrying all my essentials felt weird. Everywhere was silent. Not even our footsteps made any noise. I had already made peace with the silence in our home, but this felt different. It felt like something dark was looming.

There was nothing on the profile except that one video. I opened it again. The silver chain on Clara’s wrist caught the light, and the tears I had been holding back all the way home finally spilled over. New replies had appeared beneath it. 【The first time I met my sister’s fiancé, I hated him. I had been betrayed before, so I didn’t trust men at all.】 【But he really was good to my sister. She has a sensitive stomach, and he remembered everything she could and couldn’t eat.】

"Heidi, the night I left Mannorworth, I was in a daze and got into an accident. I lost both my legs. I read your picture book every day. Congratulations on your wedding. Everything I put you through—it all came back to me." I finished reading, then tapped delete and block. I felt no hatred nor any sense of vindication—for I had long moved on. … Clifton sat by the window in the care home, his phone screen frozen on the "message sent" page. The nurse placed his medication on the table. "Mr. Cooper, it's time to take your medicine." But he didn't move. The picture book on his lap was open to the last page. The little girl, holding her magnolia wood paintbrush, had walked out of the shadow. Spri

My mother, however, didn't even feel the least bit apologetic. She was mocking me. Insulting me. As if that would ease her sins. "She's always been the naughty brat. She tried to kill her sister because she couldn't let go of the past, and that got her killed instead." Everyone knew my mother loved my sister more than she loved me, and they knew how much I'd suffered, but they didn't want to get in trouble. Instead, they consoled my mother. They did not mean it, of course.

Chapter 18 Adelie POV It's a beautiful morning, and I'm glad that I'll be having breakfast with my parents today. Just how much I've missed them so much. These past few days without them have been unarguably boring. Descending the staircase minutes later, the aroma coming from the kitchen welcomes me and realizing that I'll be eating from the food made by that scumbag I call a brother, I can't help but roll my eyes angrily. I'm still so mad at him for treating Cynthia the way he did yesterday. For goodness sake, she did nothing wrong. All she did was confess her feelings to the bastard she claimed to be madly in love with. As much as I'm sad about what happened, I'm also happy that she reali

He had texted me to say he was busy and couldn't make it. "You bet! He turns his back on you like everyone else, we are the outcasts of high society. "My sister told me bitterly. "Stop seeing the evil in everyone. " "And you stop being so naive, not everyone is as nice as you Lisa, especially not in this world filled with garbage and sharks in which daddy abandoned us. " I fully understood my sister's pain, he was also my father and of the two of us, I was the one who was closest to him.

Had I not been adamant, none of these would’ve happened and Deyanira would still be alive. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not listening to you… I regret it all. I do. I gripped her tightly as if I was holding the entire world in my hands—and bad news, they’re crumbling and decaying as I do. I questioned if I was really meant for this responsibility of saving the world when I couldn’t even save my sister. My sister, whose only desire was to take me to safety. Whose intuition was sharp and knowledge vast—who would’ve been such a great Queen. But because of me, the world can never know how brilliant she is.

I stood frozen in the dim light of the settlement, still processing. Chloe—my sister, my *dead* sister—was alive, had stood right in front of me. But she wasn’t the Chloe I remembered. No..... She seemed harder now, colder, with nothing but survival etched into her sharp features. The spark that once made her Chloe—the laughter, the warmth—was long gone, replaced by something dark and unrecognizable. Something lifeless... I watched as she disappeared into the shadows, her words still ringing in my ears: 'Sisters don’t mean much in this world anymore.'

Chloe probed, her voice shaky. "Why are you hell-bent on doing this?" She rose from the sofa and walked to the window, looking out at the darkening sky. The stars struggle to spread and the birds rush to get to their homes for a good night's sleep. "When the genocide happened in Los Angeles, my sister and I were forced to live on the streets and soon, we were able to move into a house close to the avenue miles away from Vampire City. We had a life and for once I thought this was it." She chuckled painfully. "I didn't know that my sister borrowed money from some drug Lord in the city who are known for their ruthlessness. They started going after us and when my sister couldn't take it anymore,