23 Sisters Novels & Stories

Now she was 20, and was one of the captains of the squad. My sister, Julie, is about 5’8 with long blond hair. She’s got long legs and a very perky set of tits. All my friends were jealous that she was my sister and our doorbell and phone were constantly busy with guys. I wasn’t sure whether or not she had sex yet, but if I had to guess I’m sure she has a few times since she was constantly going to late-night parties on the weekends. My mom, Carol, is about the same size as my aunt with a great set of tits also. She has green eyes and dirty blond hair. You could obviously tell that she and my aunt were sisters.

I shrugged, returning the empty glass cup. "Just be patient with her and listen, okay?" She smiled. I returned the gesture with an added nod. "I didn't know you had a twin sister." She tried to brighten my mood. "Triplet sisters." I corrected, unable to help my laughter at the expression she wore after gaining the news. "Wow ! That must be crazy fun having people that look exactly like you." She clapped. I loved how amused she got just by knowing I had more identical sisters. "I know right?" I responded, deciding to take advantage of the time before Caramel showed up to know Ride a lot better. It could help with taking my mind off what I had to face eventually.

Louella never understood the reason why she felt such animosity for her sibling. She couldn’t remember one moment of affection toward her in all their twenty-two years of life. It was an inherent hate that simmered hot enough that a brief breath of encouragement threatened to set it ablaze. Every time she did something to subjugate or hurt her sister, she felt empowered. Satisfied.

As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back. That was until she died from a drastic accident that changed everything completely, an accident that ruined me completely, and an accident that left me scarred for life. And it had to be all on my birthday! Isn't that classic?

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

It's stunning, but I know my sister will hate it. "I hate it," she says sourly, surveying the scene. "Oh, come on," Carl replied, putting an arm around her shoulders. "It's not so bad. Look, there's even a pool." It worked. The blue water lay still, the railing only glass before falling two hundred feet. "If you like it so much, then you stay here," Gallena said. "Don't think Nicholas likes me like that." A slight smile appeared on my sister's lips. Dianna and my Aunt Rianna, who was always excited-took a tour on her own; my aunt's "oohs" and "ahhs" could be heard in the hallway. No one else had arrived yet, not even the groom.

If the second sister wants to go, there are no extra tickets. The second sister just came home, and she hopes the second sister will be happy. Rose Kinson replied in a soft voice, "Nothing. If you want to go, I will contact my friend again, and he should have a way to send me another ticket." "Really?! That's great!" Belle Kinson hugged her happily, "Then our three sisters can go together. That's great. Sister Rose is so good." Mary Kinson raised her eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a drizzle in the beautiful vixen's eyes, "Do not bother."

Then, I saw the name Soleia in the notification toggle. I'm not jealous, lol. That's his sister, I was mean because I thought it was Dean's other woman. Dean told me about his family background. He has four sisters, Sister Sol is the second and is only a year younger than the dean, married and with a child. The second was sister Melanie, only three years apart from the dean, and a nun in their hometown. The third was my sister Sailah, only five years older than me, with a child but no husband. The youngest, Maxine, a debutante next year.

" Oh my God ,deep down in my heart I know it wouldn't end well so we quickly rushed down stairs to meet her " Well I know you might be surprise but don't be my name is Valerie and I also have a sister called bethel parker am twenty - two years old and my sister is twenty - four years old ,guess what she's more beautiful ,and social than I Am and I don't care ,I love my boyfriend so much and he loves me so much too just waiting for the right time to say I do .

Her eyes twinkled with delight at the suggestion, and we set to work immediately. "So you not only make hair, you also do nails, huh?” She was so impressed. “Yeah…not a big deal, right?" She huffed. “Of course, it is. Look at Faith here. He is so useless. He's got three sisters but can't get a single thing done for us. And they say guys with sisters have higher tendencies of learning stuff like this. But his case differs. I heard you had a sister. What about her? Did she leave with your mum?"