A Sisters All You Need Novels & Stories

I hated how my body was lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree while I tried to sound like the confident bitch everyone expected. Marcus was watching me the whole time, eyes locked on my face, that smug look growing darker. He typed something on his phone without looking down. A second later my own phone buzzed quietly in my blazer pocket. I couldn’t check it. I kept going, voice breathier than I wanted. “Sisterhood is about trust. About knowing your sisters have your back no matter what dirty secrets—” I caught myself, swallowed hard “—no matter what challenges come up.”

I muttered, half-laughing, half-sniffling. "Caroline, you have no idea how much that means to me," I murmured, turning fully to face her, my voice soft but unwavering. "But if we're talking about amazing sisters, then you should know—you’re the sister I never had but always needed. I don’t think I would have survived half of what I’ve been through if it weren’t for you. The Moon Goddess didn’t just bind me to you. She gave me the family I was missing."

Tomiwa exclaimed while I hissed. "They either want to fuck you or want to fuck you! Simple. Nothing else o, they only want to pop your cherry! All these one that you're hugging phone to chest, I'm telling you o! I don do myself reach this stage and I want the best for you. You're beautiful, brilliant and focused, money and academics over boys o. Make mom proud, do not follow my footsteps" My sister blabbed on and on with her lecture about boys while I stared at her like another spirit possessed the sister I used to know.

She sighed and shook her head, silently asking me to continue. "They weren't only well-known for their beauty, but for their unity as well. People called them the inseparable sisters, and that was what they were. But as they grew, one surpassed the other in popularity and charm. She was doted on and loved by all the young alphas and princes, including those in the highest positions. She received gifts daily from men and women who admired her charm, but the other sister received nothing. The other one never bothered. She always had the thought that one day, people would recognize her charm as well, but as months grew into years, she realized that she was only loved because of her sister's cha

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.

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

"We are not in that phase." “You will,” Daniella squeezed my hand. “He will always get what he wants. You've turned his world upside down, and driven him crazy." Her twinkling eyes were full of honesty and told me it was the real thing. "In the end you will be here, not your sister." Holy shit, this is so ridiculous.

He'd said and left. I was scrolling through his profile on I*******m when my sister returned from seeing him off. She came into my bedroom and I had lock my screen fast. "What the heck Sarah, I've asked you multiple times to knock before you come in here, you need to learn to respect my privacy." I rolled my eyes, "what do you want?"

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.