The World Without My Sister Who Everyone Loved Novel Novels & Stories

On my eighteenth birthday, I was arrested for assault. Nothing I said or did could prove my innocence, because the witness who testified against me in court was my own sister, Alina Beasley. "Zeke, you have a serious sleepwalking disorder. You just never knew about it! But you hurt Brett this time. I can't cover for you anymore!" Just like that, I was sent to prison and sentenced to five years. A week before my release, the inmate who ran our cell block pinned me to the floor and beat me again. My nose suddenly started bleeding, and I lost consciousness. I was rushed to the hospital. Through the haze, I heard the correctional officers talking outside. "Damn. Ms. Beasley really is ruth

"Lima Beans who are familiar with me know that I'm a child abandoned by my parents. I have a congenital eye disease, and they abandoned me when they found out about my condition. "I was picked up and raised by my scavenger grandfather. In the most painful time of my life, my sister appeared in my world like an angel and gave me the courage to go on. "In this world, no one can please everyone. If you don't like my sister, please turn off the TV and refrain from leaving any attacks or insults! Thank you!"

WORLD ZERO COLLAPSE: 10 MINUTES. Countdown flashed above little girl head. I barely noticed it. I was staring at her hand wrapped around mine. Her fingers small. Cold. Familiar. "Save your sister." Those words kept repeating in my mind. I spent thirteen worlds searching truth about my death. I followed clues, found tests, and watched people I loved show secrets that should have destroyed everything between us. Now answer standing in front of me. And I didn't even know if she real.

I glanced at the cover. “Where did you even get this?” I asked. She shrugged. “Found it in the closet.” Right. I’d forgotten I’d left some of my sister’s old books here. The last time I’d sat here, my sister had been with me. We’d hidden from the storm, from Father’s guards, from everything that hunted us. Now I was hiding again — only this time, it was with another person I cared about. I looked down at the page Evelyn had been on. Some romance scene — overly sweet, too easy. And yet, a single line caught my eye, something about the way a man touched a woman like she was the only real thing left in the world.

The book of our lives slammed shut, and a new one opened, but the chapters seemed to unfold at a painfully slow pace. Turning another page didn’t scare me; I was curious to see what came next. The thought of my beast tearing up the pages of my book made me nervous. Despite always feeling guilty when my sister left, she constantly reassured me it wasn’t my fault. She believed in me and encouraged me to lead our pack with an unwavering hand.

We shared the closest bond life had to offer. "Cara, do you think mother would be proud of you for this?" I had to point out, sniffing at the demon my sister had become. "I don't care about what she thinks, especially not now." She rolled her eyes and creased her arms across her chest, ignoring the memories we had shared since life had begun. "You are letting all of this happen, over a man?" I shook my head pitifully at my sister. She seemed to have lost the person she was all because of someone who was probably resting in bed at the moment

Although the silly three children were born disabled, they had the most innocent hearts. They didn't know anything complicated but only found the most real voice in their hearts. Whoever was good to them, who was smiling to them, they only knew these... "Sister, I understood now." Howard said, "There are so many poor people in the world that I can't imagine. What is everything I have experienced when compared to their experiences? At least, I have my sister who loves me. At least, I can walk normally under the sun. At least, I can say love to the people I love and hate to those who hate me, but they..."

The specter of her sister's illness hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow over their lives, a shadow that deepened as Jane unveiled the heart-wrenching reality. "Her condition denies her the simple joys of a normal childhood," Jane's voice quivered as she confessed, the weight of her sister's struggles etched in every word. The image of a young girl coming home, tears streaking her face, was vividly painted by Jane's description. The cruelty of bullies taunting her for appearing different, for not fitting the mold of her peers, was a painful reminder of the injustices that life could bestow.

When my sister insisted on binding herself to the system and leaving the twenty million fortune to me, I knew she had been reborn too. In my previous life, just to snatch that money, she shoved me to the ground while my leg injury hadn’t even healed. I broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but her eyes gleamed with excitement as she smiled. “Jana, the system says it can bring good luck. “You’ve always had terrible luck. Even a simple aerial routine ended with the harness snapping! I’ve always been lucky, so I won’t fight you for something like this. I’ll let you have it.”

Brutal looking men were turning into even more vicious looking wolves everywhere you looked. Nora was already gone, swallowed up and protected by her new pack. Cassie was determined to get to her sisters. They came into this world during a war, and she refused to lose them during another one.