Between Sisters Novels & Stories

I furrowed my brows. "Cece and Brandy are black women but Imani couldn't stand them around the boss. She makes trouble all the time whenever they are around him. If that is not the way of a jealous lover, then I don't know what it is." I stared at her. She nodded. What the.....no I doubt this. "Listen, Coco, I guess there are sisters who get jealous about girls being around their brothers. Especially the ones who share a strong bond with their brothers. They get jealous when attention drifts from them. It doesn't necessarily mean they are in love with their brothers. It sounds weird."

Fair enough—there were four of them standing together now: Chloe, Samantha, and two others who looked almost identical to them, same sharp jawlines, same wary eyes. "Before you assume we lied to you," Samantha said, raising a hand, "we're cousins. That counts as being sisters." I blinked. "You never said." "We didn't think it mattered at the time," Chloe added. "Family is family. We kept it quiet because the council was watching everyone closely. Twins, cousins—it all got tangled in rumors." I looked between them. They had the same way of standing—shoulders squared, weight balanced, ready to move. It made sense now why they moved so well together in fights, like extensions of the same body.

She spins her head from me to my sisters, then back to me. “Wait. What? Fated mate? Sister? Am I stuck in a Calvin Harris song? Can you fill me in?” Sage says with disbelief and confusion in her tone. I let out a big breath and push off the counter. “Emmy, how about you close the door?” After learning how Justin creeped on me the night of the full moon, I’m not taking chances with my door being open for others to hear these conversations. “Sage, these are my sisters: Emmy, Saph, Pearl, and Amy.” I gesture to each of my sisters, saying Amy’s name with a little annoyance. She’s always lacked a filter. She’s similar to Sage in a lot of ways. They are even the same size. Must be a short-person t

Little Karen asked softly. She couldn't figure it out. Marius' sister was a little girl, and her sister was a puppy. They were all "sisters" but why did they look different? "Because they were not given birth by the same mother. Of course, they look different. Marius' younger sister was born and raised by his mom, but your younger sister was born and raised by her mother." Little Karen looked innocently at Karen Daly, Karen Daly couldn't resist hugging her and pinching her a little.

It was because of this email that I learned about all the struggles my family had gone through over the past year. [Back then, we always said you were the strong one and that you could handle anything. Daphne was delicate; she needed looking after. So we gave her everything. We gave her all our attention and money, forgetting that you were our child too. We forgot that you also needed to be loved, and to be supported. [You must’ve felt so heartbroken on that day you saw your sister’s post. I’m only now starting to understand. It took me this long. And now it’s too late.

she said, eyes closed and head down. “Why are you embarrassed?” Alaric said. “You guys have always been like my brothers. Sisters aren’t supposed to moan uncontrollably when their brothers tickle them.” “We haven’t thought of you as a sister for a long time. Not since you grew those boobs you say are useless,” Kai said. “Should we see how useless they are?”

Isabel's birthday was coming soon. And just like that, my determination to ruin the Ellis family grew. I groaned in anger, resisting the urge to throw my coffee mug against the wall. This was the year I was supposed to do right by her. I thought I had more time. She had always complained about not having me around and how much it meant to her. I always told her there was time. Until there wasn't.

Familiar in a way that hurts. “You feel it,” she continues. “The pull. The echo.” I clench my jaw. “Explain.” She steps closer. I can finally see her clearly now. Not her face. Her presence. It mirrors mine in a way that makes my skin crawl. “We were born under the same moon,” she says. “Cut from the same line. Fed from the same power.” My heart pounds. “No.” “Yes,” she answers softly. “Sisters.” The bond between me and Kieran jolts hard.

"Maya, stop slouching. Ayra never slouches. You look like a broken doll." I stared at the reflection, but all I saw was my twin sister. The ivory lace hugged every curve of my body, but it didn't belong to me. Nothing in this room belonged to me. The five-carat pink diamond ring glittering on the velvet tray belonged to my twin sister. The penthouse overlooking the financial district belonged to her.

“These days, those women giving birth to daughters think they’re much better than us who produced sons. “My older sister just gave birth to a daughter yesterday, and she would not even let me hold her baby. She’s looking down on me for giving birth to a son!” Everyone supported her. “Your older sister is a nasty person. Her bloodline will end with her daughter.” “That’s right, is your older sister insane? She must have a son!” “She’s going to suffer when she’s older. When she gets bullied by others, she’d realize the importance of having a son.”