Demon Sister by Josie Jones (best books to read in your 20s .TXT) 📖

„Jesper! Are you listening to me?”
“No.”
“Then why are you answering?”
I wasn’t. Not anymore, anyways. So I kept silent, waiting until he pulled out the earphones out of my ears and dumping a piece of chocolate cake in my lap. That didn’t take long.
“So much for the chips.”
I gave him a look and he shot one back at me. His one might have been the closest to the one my twin gave me only a few minutes before.
“Eat it or leave it.”
“What is if I leave it?”
“Than your dear twin Rosalie can have it.”
I laughed. No he wouldn’t. Not if I eat it first and so I did. I ate the cake faster than Ethan could have said another tone. Sure, I would’ve given Rose a bit- if she weren’t possessed by an evil demon trying to kill me if it weren’t been for the seatbelt with the magic symbols, preventing her from scratching out my eyeballs- or worse: eating my birthday cake. Ethan bought her one too, though. I wasn’t happy about it- I mean, it wasn’t her birthday if you are exact- but I guess Rose’s body should enjoy a few extra carbs.
“That was quick,” he pointed out as I licked the last crumbs from my fingertips. New record- 54 seconds. It tasted surprisingly good for a gas station piece of crap cake. Chocolate covered with chocolate. Or at least I hoped so much it was chocolate, that I could’ve tricked my mind into thinking it was chocolate. Oh, hell. My body was damaged as it was already. A few chemicals, that didn’t belong anywhere but into a safety boy with a warning on it, wouldn’t change that.
“What can I say- I am a man with needs.”
Grinning, I fastened my seatbelt again, lowering the music from my iPod a weeh bit, before plugging the earphones back into my ears. Rosalie mumbled something while I did so, what sounded a lot like pig, but I ignored it. It was the one thing I was really good at- except from planting a bullet into the stomach of my own sister, of course.
She ate her cake carefully, as if the chemicals, that didn’t bother me at all, could kill her just by watching them. Or that Ethan may have put something into the waggling cake, that may have been, originally, a chocolate pudding. He didn’t. I knew, he would’ve loved to give the cake an extra taste with a little sleeping pill (safety issues again) but he knew that I would’ve kicked his butt. Instead he just rubbed over his three-day-beard, blinking tired out of the window. He had driven all night, trying to get as far away as even possible from the crime scene. At least I had left something as a welcome gift to those who owned that beautiful white villa.
His brown hair looked as perfect as ever. Nothing, I mean nothing could change that. Whatever happened to him, his curly brown hair was always in place and shape. His eyes, the same color of the lock falling in front of his left eye, were set on the people washing or tanking their cars.
“We should check into a hotel, Ethan.”
He yawned.
“Hmh.” Mumbling, he didn’t sound very convincing or consenting.
I was only a newly eighteen year old guy from California with a way to large gray print shirt on, that Ethan had lend me after seeing me half naked (remember? I ripped my black shirt to help the demon’s wound to heal) but I recognized a man so tired, that he would fall asleep any second from now.
“Ethan,” I urged, cutting down the music from my iPod, “please.”
Ethan opened his eyes to the fullest, stretching his arms, before ruffling though my short, black hair with his big, scared-covered hand.
“It’s okay, champ. Just let me rest a little while and we’re on the road again.”
I didn’t believe him. He needed more than a while to be fit enough to drive again. I could drive (not very good, but I could steer a wheel) but I had also the obligation to watch over my sister Rose. I couldn’t do both, with all my skills I had and made (proudly) mine, I wasn’t superman. I liked to be and will be some day, but right now I’m just happy being half super. I couldn’t watch the road, look after the demonic girl that planted her soul in my sister’s body and (on top of that) made sure, that Ethan got a nice and long nap.
I looked at him shortly before opening the car door.
“Sure. I’ll take a little walk- while you do so.”
“Take the Little Miss Crap-Shine with you.”
I gave him one good snore then closed the one door while opening the other. She stared at me- grinning but I was about to wipe that self-loving grin off her face as I pulled out several cloth-stripes out of the back pockets of my black jeans. That was my safety issue.
Not caring that she tried to bite me, I took her hands, binding them together then wrapping one as a scarf around her neck. I took the end of it in my hand like a dong leach undoing the seatbelt at the same time.
“Come. You have a privilege, no- the privilege- to join me on my little walk.”
Rose didn’t answer. She just gave me an ironic smile as her eyes stayed full of hate.
Ethan sighed thankfully as the door closed and we walked away, taking his coat and transforming it into a blanket. I granted it to him. He really deserved at least a good twenty minutes of quiet and peace. Oh, and dreams full of naked girls.

“How should I call you? As it seems you’re going to be in my sister for a little while.”
She looked up at me, plucking a little flower out of the dry dirt. Sitting on the ground, the white dress spreading around her like a flower itself, she turned the daisy between her fingers, watching it carefully with demon eyes.
We were on a little field near the station, the sun shining on us. It was warmer that I had expected but the look she gave me let me shudder.
“Lilith.”
I believed her. At least so far that she gave me her real name. The rest after that… not quiet.
“I was born human, died human hand came back as a demon.”
Rose placed her head a bit to the side and a little smile appeared again.
“Bet you didn’t know that. We’re the same! So I’m kind of your sister, too.”
No, I didn’t know that as well as I didn’t know why she told that to me. I mean, it wasn’t even slightly true.
“No, we’re not,” I replied immediately, sitting down on the bench the nearest to her. Then I cradled my head in my hands and breathed.
“I was never human.”
Why did I tell her that now? For one, she was so lying. Secondly, well, she was a freaking demon trapped in the body of my twin. Only god knew what she could do with this information. Okay, I could also use her information against her (somehow- I would figure out how) but there was a bigger chance of a volcano eruption killing me than me having something against a demon in my hands.
But the difference, again, was I saw the information I gave her as a weakness. My weakness. Looking human, feeling human but not being human. It was one hell of a weakness; a thought that could make you think you were god which could get you killed in my lovely job.
Lilith stared at me for some time before finding me as uninteresting as a rock. She returned to crushing little flowers on the ground instead. Yeah. That always gave me a kick, too.
“And I don’t kill for fun.”
She didn’t give a sign that she heard me but I knew better. The slightest of smile, the finest curve of her lips gave her away. Oh, Lilith enjoyed killing, alright. As much as I may or may not have enjoyed my birthday cake.
“Well, yeah. But that’s just a minor aspect of our similarities now, isn’t it?”
Her hand went through the long hair, smiling sweetly at the new ripped out daisy between her fingers. I had loved to say ‘If you say so’ but I left it opened, staring at the grayish sky. It was such a moist day that even the birds didn’t want to fly. Poor things. Didn’t know how lucky they were having wings that could lift their fat, chubby bodies of earth.
“You’re particularly quiet.”
“I don’t talk to demons.”
“You’re not talking to a demon. You’re talking to your sister.”
I frowned, still watching the one cloud that seemed to stay at the same place the whole time.
“You’re not my sister, Lilith.”
“I could be- can be. If you let me, that is, Jesper.”
Why do those demons move so damn quick? One moment she was sitting, all innocent and girly (except from killing one daisy after another) the other one she was standing right in front of me, bending down so we were eye to eye.
“What if I don’t let you?”
She came nearer, grinning like the demon she was, putting her hands on my shoulders. My first instinct was to shake them off, but they were the hands of my sister after all.
“Are you flirting with me, Jesper?”
“Oh, god no. You’re just sexually harassing me.”
She tsked me, before sitting down beside me and pulling her dress in the right places.
“How could I possibly harass you?”
“Normally you do so when touching somebody. But with you it also includes talking and looking.”
“Are you always so charming to other girls?”
“Well I believe so.”
“Then it’s really a wonder- a miracle- that especially you don’t have a girlfriend. Or for that matter: girls all over your face.”
Lilith wiped her dirt-covered fingers over the white dress, leaving brown stains on it, then kicking a rock with the slightest of efforts over the whole field. Maybe with no effort at all.
“Why, aren’t you a chatty demon,” I growled. It was true. Lilith was the chattiest of all the ones who decided that my twin was the perfect body for them. Maybe I thought that way because she was the longest to stay around me. Normally I would save the soul of my sister at the instant but with us on the road (and on the run) it was hard to find enough time to exorcise the bitch out of there. It took not less than two or three days. There was no way that it could take less than that. There was no short cut or short way around freeing a body that was possessed. Books, TV shows and movies might tell you otherwise, but believe me: When a demonic soul is in ones body it will not leave freely- or without a good and long fight.
“Somehow I have to distract you, don’t I?”
Irritated, I looked at her. The grin still intact, she eyed her fingernails, which were painted in a light rosé tone. Rosalie had loved pink. A real girly girl.
“Distract me from… what?”
Lilith nodded towards a black Porsche that was standing at the gas pump number three. I swallowed hard and tried to stop myself from getting a heart attack. It could be any black Porsche. Belonging to anybody with money. But I