Novel & Cerita Between Sisters

Monica had just come back from grabbing some food and getting her bandages changed when she overheard the conversation and immediately spotted the two people everyone was talking about. She flung the porridge in her hand. “You cheating scum! How dare you show your faces here!” Veronica screamed as the porridge splashed on her. “Are you crazy?!” “Crazy? Yeah, maybe I am! You said you had a stomachache that day, right? Too bad it didn’t kill you!

Anna asked Brian and he nodded “Thanks!” Damian nodded “Don’t mention it!” Brian replied shortly “So, you don’t want to move back here?” I brought the topic again “I had discussed it with Sandra a couple times, but with Sonia, they don’t want to be apart and their job there and many other things….” Damian tried to explain “Ahhh come on!!! You have Fai, me, and I have a bunch of friends here, job is easy one. Right, Fai?” Brian replied Damian “Yeah! Damian, we’re brothers, say what you want, I’ll help!” I told him

They are indeed SIBLINGS but their love is not a FORBIDDEN LOVE. THE END. Hello everyone, thank you so much for reading this book. I hope you enjoyed it. I will like you to know that I have other stories here, I hope you can try them out to see if you love them. Thank you again :)

A miracle opportunity, one of the highest dreams a model can achieve in the world of entertainment. It is not shocking that my sister was eager to get that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. My stepsister is a well-known model. And she’s been eyeing that luxury brand for years. It is her dream to be one of the Dames, that’s the title they call for all models under Dame. But did she think I’ll just let her? Ha! Think again, my dear witch sister. You already took my dream and destroyed it. It is just fair for me to ruin yours.

They were sisters, bound by blood, shared experiences, and cemented by an unbreakable promise of support and love. After their emotional reunion, the sisters settled into a cozy nook, their hearts eager to weave their lives together through the stories they had carried alone for too long. Laughter bubbled up between them like a gentle brook as they reminisced about childhood dreams and whispered secrets that had shaped their identities. They shared the legacy of their parents—their indomitable strength, their sacrifices, and the rich stories that had molded them into the resilient women they had become. The dark war that had once torn them apart transformed into a shared history, a chapter i

I made sure to finish up my vacuuming, rearrange the tablecloths which were, miraculously, not soiled by the miniature catastrophe that happened earlier and sat directly opposite where she sat before opening my mouth to give a befitting reply. "There are two kinds of sisters a guy can ever have. The first clicks with any girl that makes her brother happy, vibes and wants to become friends with her, while the other feels the entitlement of deputy Jesus and wants her brother's… gigirl to earn their respect. The latter ends up losing everything in the end. Brothers love, trust and even that respect she is so rightly entitled to." "Your point exactly?"

“Seriously, Lana, what the fuck are you doing and who are these women?” I wave my hand toward each woman, “These… are my sisters. Let me introduce you to Death, War and Pestilence.” My sisters’ eyes glow with malice as they circle Bree like sharks circling their prey. Bree’s chest heaves as she looks into my eyes, “Please don’t do this, Lana. You’re my sister, and I love─”

I asked, taking it. She stayed silent and featured a confused look for a few seconds as she shook my hand, but then came close to me. "I just mean, there are good looking ladies living together, and they can hook up, that's all. Do ladies here not get together?" "Oh, no," I shot her down, shaking my head no and backing up. "There is a serious rule around here: sisters here can't get involved. It is strictly forbidden, like forbidden fruit. Sharon didn't mention that?"

I саn’t hеlр lаughіng. The twо of thеm are classic brоthеr and sister material. They’re physically ѕіmіlаr, and ѕhаrе fасіаl еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ аnd bоdу language, but іn еvеrу оthеr wау, thеу’rе dіffеrеnt.

There was no answer. I turned to look at the first girl I saw, "hey have you seen my sister- Sarah anywhere?" I wondered, knowing that I didn't know who she was so there was a high chance she didn't know who I was. "She's still getting her makeup done over there." She pointed at a group of women and I realised they were trying to work on her hair and face at the same time. "Thank you," I smiled at her and went to meet my sister. "Sarah," I stood in front of her, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand what the definition of a small wedding is." I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time.