Younger Sister Stories Novels & Stories

"On top of the world. But, well, her nature is getting annoying." I laughed briefly. Jealous of his younger sister who had come with him. She was already a ticking time bomb. Talking all the time, and very extra. I love her, and the passion that is always in her. Envy that she's so free to do whatever even though she's in the same type of family as me. Even now that she has her own brand, apparently her family frees their women to be creative. I've never been jealous of anyone more than her. She was every version of me that I wanted. At my age, which is no longer young, I am even still my parents' puppet ready to be toyed with at any time. I should have been able to achieve a lot by now, alt

Despite our arguments, I know he cares about me, even if he doesn’t always show it. Anne, my younger sister, is a quiet, bookish girl. She’s incredibly intelligent and artistic, often lost in her world of books and drawings. Anne is focused and driven, and she seems to have her life all planned out. We share a special bond because we both understand what it feels like to be different, even though our differences are worlds apart.

My younger sister, Halsey, greets me. “Hey, what’s up with the big smile so early in the morning?” I ask while drying my shoes on the doormat. “You, wanna know?” She asks with surprised eyes. “Yeah. I mean, why not?” I ask, looking at her with a confused expression. She glares back at me as if not knowing what to say. “I’ll tell you later.” She answers as she walks away. I roll my eyes and scoff as I watch her make her way upstairs. I follow behind and head to the bathroom.

I remembered when I was ten, Alyssa pushed me down the stairs, and my three brothers casually explained it away by saying she didn’t do it on purpose. I remembered on my twelfth birthday, when Alyssa threw away my cake, my brothers told me it was just a small joke. During the winter when I was eighteen, Alyssa locked me on the balcony all night, leaving me frozen stiff. However, my brothers only shrugged and said she was just in a bad mood. Every time Alyssa hurt me, they always found a reason for her. But just for being suspected of hurting her, I had to be punished according to family rules.

“I told you this would happen!” Waitㅡ what?! I struggled to form words. “Wait, I can explain. She's lying!” His mum stepped forward, fury written across her face. “Is it not enough? The havoc and the rumors you've spread against your own sister?!” She seethed, voice harsh. I took a step back, struggling to form words. “Youㅡ That's not what happened, hear me outㅡ she's lying to you all! She cheated on Alpha Orionㅡ”

Rachel sneered. Teary-eyed, Evonne clutched at Rachel's skirt and begged desperately, "Please don't touch Abby. Let her go. I'll let you examine me!" Rachel kicked her to the ground, frowning in disgust. "We'll definitely examine you, and we're dealing with this imposter too! Unless—" She smiled cruelly. "Unless you get on your knees and start begging until I'm satisfied. Then maybe I'll consider letting your fake sister go." Evonne turned toward Simon, who had been watching indifferently from the sidelines. Through clenched teeth, she gritted, "Abby is the big shot you're all talking about. If you lay a hand on her—"

I took four days off from work as I drove my family to our cabin in the woods, we quickly set up everything we would be needing, my mom strictly warned us about taking any work related calls because we would be in deep shit, and we know better than to disobey her, that woman can become an erupting volcano when she is angry, I wouldn't want that on my head. I don't know where it came from but my little sister decided that we prepare a trap, because she believed that in this woods, we could find unicorns. I told her that she had been reading too many fantasy novels, but she wouldn't let me be, so I had to do what she wanted for my own

And that's Bullshit! Simple living is even better but fun. We are under the same roof, but we are not meeting in the big house they built for our family. I had a ten-year-old younger sister. Her name was Karen. I feel sorry for her, because like I was looking she also needs the care of a whole and happy family.

That’s my sister Nora is my younger sister, even though we are 3 years apart. Sometimes, it feels like we're worlds apart. While I'm always thinking about school and the future, Nora is more interested in celebrity gossip and hot guys. We have different interests and different ways of seeing the world, but despite our differences, we still love each other. Just as I'm thinking about what to do next, I hear my dad's voice from downstairs. "Liam, can you let your sister use your laptop for a little while?" he calls.

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.