Âme Sœur Novels & Stories

When I wanted to apply to art school for college, you said the family could only afford Jenna's medical treatments, so you told me to pick a cheaper major. Mom's expression changed. "Jenna's health was poor, so what if we looked after her a little more?" I nodded. "That's why you only need to look after her from today on." I took out a bank card and placed it on the stone table. "There's 300 thousand dollars on this card. Consider it repayment for giving birth to me and raising me. From now on, I have no parents or sister." "Heidi, you think you're too good for us now?" Dad snapped.

She looked at me with giant, angry eyes. “Give them back to me!” I screamed. I tried to sit up, but my body fell back down. I was too weak. “Give them back to you?” Ayomide laughed. “You are just a poor wolf. You cannot even buy them milk.” “I am your twin sister!” I cried out. “We share the same blood! Why are you doing this to me, Ayomide?” “Your mother loved you and left me alone in that big house with all those mean wolves!” Ayomide yelled. “I suffered for years while you were safe! I hate you!”

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

"I have the best sister-in-law, ever. Who needs to ever pay money to go to the amusement park with Short Stacks around?" In a flash, we were moving closer to my sister as I meditated, focusing only on my breath and my heartbeat, which was connected to my only living sibling. I could feel the car flying through the air and becoming closer to my sister, Tamar. I could feel her fear and rage running through her body.

“Different.” I turned, spatula in hand, staring at the two tiny humans I’d carried home in my body five years ago and who had since officially stolen all my sleep and most of my sanity. “Maxime Rafaello Gómez,” my voice jumped half an octave, the Latina tone snapping out on its own. “If you make your sister fall again, I swear you’re having steamed broccoli for breakfast for a month!” He glanced back, those too-familiar blue eyes blinking with pure guilt. “But I’m hungry,” he protested. “And Issa is very annoying.”

She just worked. On the second day she set a cup of water next to me and said "drink" and walked away. I drank it because my body was thirsty even if the rest of me was somewhere else, somewhere deep and dark and quiet where the words were still echoing. You were never the other woman. Your sister was.

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'm not butting in in someone else's business, she's a member of AMAM which makes her my sister and she is also the lover of my best friend." "I'm sorry, AMAM? As in mama spelt backwards?" Chris questioned. "A Million And More. That's what we are."

“Freya, don’t try to pull any tricks! “I’m telling you right now, if you don’t apologize to Emma, I’ll beat you until you do!” As he spoke, he raised his foot again. Dad stopped him. “Lucas, stop it. She’s still your sister!” Lucas immediately snapped back, “She’s not my sister! “She’s so petty. I don’t want someone like her as my sister! “I only have one sister, and that’s Emma!” Then Mom spoke up too. “Freya, don’t blame us for favoring Emma. Look at what you’ve become. You used to be so understanding.”