Younger Sister Stories Novels & Stories

I replied to her in a dead voice and she grimaced. "I'm sorry but I can't, a lot lies in your presence here." Bullshit. Same cock and bull story that makes no sense whatsoever. "Just eat your food, you've not eaten anything indoors days and you need your energy." "Just take it back before I'm not going to eat a spoon of it," my stomach growled in disapproval but I ignored it. What a fucking betrayal. "Hi, I'm Sara, his younger sister," the younger girl gushed, and even though I'm completely annoyed with this realm or whatever, I couldn't help but be enthralled by her smiles and youthfulness.

— When do you come here? — First, how are you, really?— — As well as Karl Marx wrote Capital! — he quipped as he chewed on some biscuit on the other end of the line. — Seriously, Flora! — I'm serious, little ant! My younger sister was only 17. She was the youngest of the family, always lavishing a smile on all sides and bringing joy to the house with her irrational decisions. So when he had an accident while playing on the sidewalk at the age of 14, my family was left without a floor. A car hit her body, taking her away from me. I don't remember much of that day, but the terrifying feeling is still present in my chest.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Felix's younger sister eyelids flickered in surprise. Confusion haunted those who stared at each other. Felix lowered his gaze and arched his arms over his waist. He looked straight at his sister who raised an eyebrow. “Ooo… this thing came from the past?” teased the younger sister wriggled her lips and then cracked. "Hahaha," laughed of the younger sister laughed when she heard the joke from his brother. Felix looked strangely at his younger sister who burst out in front of him. His hands began to drop as he approached the body of the younger sister. Then, begins to push the shoulders of the younger sister to get out from at his room.

“Younger sister, yes. Because we’re on the Elder Sister Island. There is a legend about these two islands, a local myth. Would you like to hear it? Could help distract you from whatever is bothering you.” “Yes, please.” She takes a deep breath and for a minute she doesn’t speak and when she does, her voice is low and somber, and I realize very quickly that this is not really a happy tale. “Once upon a time, there were two lovely sisters named Mathilda and Eva. They lived on one of the smaller islands and they loved each other very much. Eva was the younger of the two and always followed her big sister wherever she went, for their mother had died early on and Mathilda had been a mother figure

She sighed as she placed it back on the table. "So, Lucia," she began. I sat erect and paid attention to her. "Lucia is my elder sister," she said. "We were three girls: Lucia, I, and the last born, Flora. Flora had died when she was three, leaving me and Lucia. We were heartbroken about the loss of Flora, even my parents."

From an early age, Lucy Sanders always liked to take my things, even though she never lacked anything. It was as if everything of mine should rightfully be hers. Anything that belonged to me would inevitably catch her eye. I loved writing stories, but couldn't keep a single one safe. No matter how well I hid them, she would find and take them. Then, by the next morning, I'd discover the shredded remains of my manuscripts in the trash. Dad didn't want to get involved, and Mom always took Lucy's side. If I so much as shed a tear, she'd scold me, “It's just some worthless paper! Are you seriously blaming your sister?"

After that, my parents used their connections to send my younger sister to Greenwind High School. Not long after, my younger sister jumped to her death. When my mother died, I found out the whole truth from her journal. It turned out that my older sister left home while she was pregnant. Her note was filled with pain. It was clear her mind wasn't stable. She never said who the father was. My parents only knew it was probably a teacher at Greenwind High School. A few years later, they adopted a girl from an orphanage and used her as bait. They believed the same teacher would approach my younger sister.

long enough. My older sister is less than a year older than me. She was a year ahead of me in school, and she loved to antagonize me when we were growing up. Our parents decided to wait on having more kids after I was born, so our younger siblings are all considerably younger than I am. My baby sister was only two when I started my senior year of high school, and my little brothers were four and six. I think it was having those little guys around that helped me control my temper better. I felt like a shitty human being when one of my outbursts made my baby brothers or sister cry. Still, I had trouble keeping my cool when my older sister needled me.