A Sister All You Need Novels & Stories

People's eyes darted back and forth between Keith and me. "Keith, this is what you meant by 'just a sister'? A sister who wears my pajamas and sleeps with you? "You kicked me out of the house just to make room for your dear little sister?" Keith's face flushed bright red. He reached for my phone, trying to snatch it away, but I stepped aside and avoided him. "Silvia! Have you lost your mind?!" He kept his voice low, but his anger still showed. "Do you even know where you are? You may not care about your reputation, but I do!"

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

He dropped to his knees beside my bed. "Grace, come home with me, okay? We have the same blood type. I'll give you my entire liver if I have to. You're my real sister. I won't let you die. From now on, I won't care about anyone else. I'll only stay by your side, okay?" Something inside me snapped. I shoved him away and started screaming like a madwoman. "I'm already dying! What's the point of playing the good brother now? Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"

“We’re stuck in a damn room that looks more like a dungeon” “There’s no hope for me leaving here anytime soon,” she said, and I could hear the desperate truth in it. “So you’re my only chance. Besides… I need to find my sister. Do you think the Luna sold her, like she did you?” “Right. Your sister. She’s… she’s doing fine. Joyce, right?” Jane crawled forward in her cage, her hands wrapping around the bars, her face a pale moon in the darkness. “You’ve seen Joyce? Is she fine?”, she asked and I could hear the desperate plea for an answer in her voice.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

"You're gonna regret hurting my sister, puta." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you like this one. Like, comment and share. xoxo.

It is pure and it will always be there no matter how much her sister irritates her. "Vienna, it's suffocating," Ally muttered. Her sister pulled away before, looking at me curiously. "Come on, introduce me to your friends." "She's more like a twin," Ally said, causing my heart to swell in love for her. She gave me a warm smile but I could see the sadness in them. I narrowed my eyes at her curiously. "Ana, this is my big sis, Vienna. Sis, this is my best friend, Anastasia, her sister, Alice, and... uhmm Lianne." I pursed my lips to hold my laughter. She doesn't know how to introduce Lianne to her sister.

“None of it matters. I’m attracted to you because of who you are. Those women have nothing on you. I like a woman who is real. I don’t want to wake up next to a stranger every morning. I want to wake up with the same woman I spend every day with. I want a partner. Someone I can lean on and someone I can support. I don’t want someone who feels like I’m shallow enough to need all the extra stuff. “ “I don’t think you’re shallow,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “I think you’re an amazing man that could have any woman he wanted. You could be dating models and heiresses that spend hours a day on their looks. You’re a catch, Damion Whittle. I just want to make sure you don’t always outshine me

I saw enough. Just enough to break me all over again. My sister?

Liora looks at me, she looks at me with her eyes that are her own, that are mine, and she says nothing, she does nothing, she stays there, looking at me, waiting for me, hoping, and I know, I know she will not leave, that she will not let me go, that she will not abandon me, that she will be there, always there, whatever I do, whatever I say, whatever I choose, because she is my sister, because she loves me, because she needs me, because I need her, because we need each other, to stop running, to stop being afraid, to stop doubting, to stop hiding, to stop forgetting ourselves, to stop forgetting everything that matters, everything that is worth it, everything that deserves to be fought for,