Between Sisters Novels & Stories

"Where have you been? I've looked everywhere for you but you weren't there, until finally I saw you just coming down the stairs with these two madams. Are you now the queen here? So even to come here you had to be forcibly picked up by the two of them?" Mrs. Ana and Mrs. Mercy immediately bowed in respect to my two twin sisters. And I was also very happy when they finally interacted with each other like this. Two women who are so very kind and take care of me is certainly something I want to tell my family too. "Look at this, they are two madams who are always beside me and always look after me, they both always defend me under any circumstances. If it weren't for the two of them then of cou

She did as her Mistress asked and answered the question. “Better than you’ve treated any one else – apart from us sisters,” Rose replied, not forgetting to be specific with her answer. Although it was but a sentence, the last part of it was specific enough. The sisters she was talking about were Daisy, Sunflower and herself. They were blood siblings! Born to the same mother and father. Though they had different demeanors and even had different hair colors, they were triplets! And Rose was the oldest. Daisy came after Rose and Sunflower was the last of the three.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

And with that, she retreated, leaving behind an atmosphere tinged with unspoken emotions. Left alone, Jasmine's scoff bore witness to an array of emotions—a testament to a sibling dynamic that was steeped in complexities. The entanglement of feelings, the web of intrigue, and the layers of unspoken thoughts wove together a narrative that transcended mere words. Within the chambers of their shared home, the sisters were engulfed in a dance of emotions—one that held the potential to shape their futures, leaving a trail of unspoken stories in its wake.

Clutching her stomach, she wheezed, “Sonny, are you trying to kill me with laughter?” Pulling him closer, she managed as she held back her laughter, “She didn’t mean that literally. I should say it’s more like a grown-up joke. Don’t take it seriously. “Gardens don’t have sisters you can just pick up. Sisters are born, like your baby cousin. Your Aunt Ser gave birth to him.” Not convinced, Sonny protested, “But Aunt Ser said sisters play on swings in gardens! She also said some sit on clouds looking for mommies. If they need mommies, we should bring them home! They can call you Mom!”

Her hands, visible at the edges of the sheet, were curled into fists. She'd fought. She'd tried to live. And someone had held her under until she stopped. "That's her," Alexa said. Her voice didn't shake. That surprised her. "That's my sister." She reached out and touched Alice's hair. Still soft. Still dark. Still Alice. But her fingers froze halfway through the second stroke.

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

"I'm sorry for causing you all trouble. This is a family matter and shouldn't be taken up in public, but my mother's actions have made me really worried about misunderstandings about our hotel. We only charge normal room rates and haven't overcharged our guests a single penny." Seeing this, the onlookers could not help but comment. "I've seen people favor sons over daughters, but I've never seen anyone favor the older sister over the younger." "Gosh, how can the mother and older sister be so shameless? All these years, the younger sister has been the one financially supporting the family, treating them to meals and so on, yet the mother insists on giving credit to the older sister, who feels

I called her nickname. Despite being sisters, we could never be more different. In appearance alone we are far from each other. My hair was black like that of a raven's feathers and, unlike my sister's golden brown eyes, mine were green. Maya was full of love and compassion for others. So it's also very easy for other people to love her. It is difficult for me to trust others. I always had my guard up, constantly being careful. Because that's the only thing I know how to protect Maya. “Are you done doing your research?” Maya asked as I sat down inside the gazebo.

Just then, the second bus rode by and he glided in. Phidel had left home earlier than usual with Isla having the slightest idea what she was up to. “She said she had an early morning class and wants to avoid being late for it.” That’s all what the former got from her mother but then how come she knows nothing about it? She thought to herself. Taking the sisters into critical analysis, she noticed they were totally at opposite poles. One was reserved and turn to look over things while the other was the kick ass type who wouldn’t let things just slid over so easily. Not to talk of her intimidating personality.