Therussianbadger Sister Novels & Stories

Thetta grumbles. I turn to him slowly and shrug. "I did say she was a bad choice to lead. She isn't even Luna yet but look at what she's done." Thetta looked at me like I had grown a second head in my shoulders. "Are you blind and deaf? Did you not hear that it was Kimberly who killed her mother and her little brother? You're just as delusional as Beta Gold clearly." I glared at him furiously. "I'm not delusional!" I snarled.

I went on to tell the female police officer about how Vivian barged into our room on our wedding night, insisting on sleeping with Zachary, how she guilt-tripped Zachary into leaving when I was sick in the hospital, and how she would threaten to end her life whenever Zachary and I were on a date. For three entire years, I backed down time and again, only for Vivian to grow increasingly bold and outrageous. I informed the police officer about how I accidentally overheard Zachary's conversation with Vivian, which was how I learned that she wasn't actually his younger sister but rather his ex-wife.

She was beautiful. “Damnnnn. I would totally smash that now.” Ryan had forgotten Tyler was standing right next to him. He whipped his head round so quickly he thought it would roll off. “Not a chance.” He said it without even thinking. Tyler shot him a confused look. “What’s it to you? You have Savannah. Mia’s not as hot as her.” Something about the way he was speaking made Ryan want to punch his lights out. “She’s my girlfriend’s sister.” Tyler raised his eyebrow. “Er. No, she’s not. And even if she was, it still wouldn’t matter. Sorry, bro. You’re not getting in the way of this one.”

A wild, high laugh spilled out of her while Katarina’s dazed eyes widened in shock. “Oh, I forgot, you didn't know. Greyson and I killed your precious sister. We drowned her.” Cyra leaned down close to Katarina’s face, almost whispering. “She fought. She kicked and clawed, trying to get her head above the water. But then Greyson arrived, and she thought he was coming to save her. But he wasn’t. He hated her. He loved me. So we held her under together until she stopped moving. Until the bubbles stopped.” Katarina screamed.

IN THE SOLITUDE OF MARTHA’S HOSPITAL ROOM, my mind drifted back to that summer day when a sixteen-year-old neighborhood bully named Jimmy Lassiter pulled a switchblade and tried to rob us. I was fourteen at the time and Martha was ten. Without hesitation, she snatched up a broken chunk of brick and hurled it, permanently blinding him in his right eye, and scarring me internally for the rest of my life. Coward! Why couldn’t I be more like my sister?

“We'll take my car. My driver will drive yours to my place.” The weather suddenly changed, and it became chilly, so I didn't really care whose car I got into. I just wanted to leave. The driver brought the car, and Zander entered the driver's seat. I eyed him suspiciously. “You don't even trust me enough to drive you? Don't worry, princess. Not a hair on your head will be harmed,” he said mockingly. I side-eyed him and just got into the car. The asshat couldn't even be a gentleman and open the car door. I hissed under my breath.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

“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.

“Do you really think… they’re talking about me? “Check your social media, Yuna.” The moment I finished speaking, the voices around us grew louder. “This whole family is unbelievable, completely heartless. Favoritism doesn’t even begin to cover it.” “If you ask me, people like this… if they die, so be it. At least the younger sister would finally have some peace.” “And that sister of hers—what the hell is wrong with her?” Yuna’s expression began to shift. She hurriedly pulled out her phone and opened her social media.

This time, Bisi did not miss a beat before replying; "I came here to clarify that I, Olabisi Adelaide Badmus, do not have any connection to this ongoing case. My sister is a gold-digging, attention-seeking, cry wolf that will go to any length to attain recognition and would look for ways to blame others for her own mistakes." The spite with which she said it was identical to how she'd wished me dead weeks ago. Bisi still hated my guts and it didn't matter what I did, that one thing about her was never going to change.