Younger Sister Stories Novels & Stories

A little girl in a white dress, seated in a corner, softly sobbing. It was a little girl. Then, the little one slowly lifted her head and gazed at Leah. Seeing the familiar face, Leah was momentarily surprised. It was her—her younger self! Leah approached, and upon hearing the movement, the younger Leah glanced up at her. They locked eyes for a moment. Then, the younger Leah extended her hand toward Leah. "Sister, I'm so scared. Can you take me away from here?" Leah: "No." Younger Leah: ...

I bite the corner of my cheeks, the words she has spoken sticking in my head. She continues. “I know he's hot and attractive. You can have a crush on him, but stay away from him. Don't even try to get close to him. He'll break your heart if he decides to pursue anything with you, which I know he can't. I'm your older sister, and I know what's best for you. Okay?” I nod. “Okay.” “Good girl.” I hear her footsteps going down the staircase, and after a few minutes, I hear the sound of her car leaving. She has gone out.

We watched her, intrigued as we waited for her to continue. "My brother, Aidan, was older than me by a few years. He’s always been the adventurous one—always getting into trouble," she laughed lightly, a sound that warmed the chilled air and made the shadows retreat. "And then there’s Lyra—" her voice cracked "—my little sister. She was just eight and she was bright, so brilliant. The way she followed Aidan around, you’d think she was his shadow." She laughed again softly, and my heart broke at the broken sound. The way she refers to her family in past tense was heart wrenching.

Andrew was going to turn down her offer but seeing the excitement she felt in the moment, he let her take them. Quickly he dashed up the stairs, walking on his toes as he got upstairs. He wanted to sneak up on his sister Claudia. Claudia was his older sister, she was twenty-eight years old but they share a very close relationship regardless of the age gap between them. They had both lost their father as children, and although their mother had gotten a few boyfriends along the years, they pretty much grew up with her as their only parent. Getting to her bedroom door, he increased the stealthiness in his movement, gently pushing the door open without making the creaking sound, his face was ful

“Yep. What’s up?” “My little sister, she’s not in high school yet, but she’s super interested in photography. I really loved the ones you took of the team, and I was wondering if you’d be happy to have a chat with her at some point? I know she’d be really excited to learn anything she can. And well…” Jake looked away for a second. Mia held her breath. “Maybe I could take you out for a milkshake after to say thank you?” Tilly gaped at him. Her mouth was completely suspended. Mia did the only thing she could do and gave her a swift kick under the table.

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

When I was five or six, I really did hate my sister. At that time, I didn’t understand what a countdown was. I only knew that when there was only one piece of dried meat in the house, it belonged to her. The only jar of healing ointment was used on her. When a new fur coat was made, she wore it first, and I wore her old clothes. The sleeves were too long and didn’t fit at all. Even the bedtime stories every night were told only to her.

Even though Long Zhuting was the favorite child of all her sisters, instead of protecting her, the older sister had actually caused her own younger sister to get into trouble with their father. “I don’t know how you can claim to love your younger sister—aren’t you afraid she’ll get hurt?” Those words made the older sister’s smile fade; of course she didn’t want that. Another reason she always let her father chase after her younger sister and bring her home was that she understood her younger sister’s temperament. Once, her younger sister came home with such severe injuries that she was terrified of losing her, and this had happened several times—though only a few instances had come to light.

"I heard all of it." The room was very quiet. Irina sat in the chair beside the bed and felt simultaneously like a teenager caught doing something she shouldn't and an adult who knew she hadn't done anything wrong and wasn't sure which feeling she was more entitled to. "I didn't plan it," she said. "I know you didn't," Anna said. "It wasn't — I wasn't trying to take anything from you—" "Irina." Anna's voice was soft. "I know that too." She looked at her sister. At the face that was her mother's jaw and her father's eyes and fourteen years of growing up alongside each other in a country that wasn't theirs and then an ocean apart and then back together again.