Between Sisters Novels & Stories

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

The two sisters recognized each other and had no worries. In fact, they had recognized each other more than a year ago. They had been separated for many years in the beginning, and their cultivation environment was different, they were still unfamiliar with each other. There was even a hint of fear in their hearts. However, their looks were almost the same, and their blood was flowing in their bones, including their longing for each other for so many years. They soon became familiar with each other. The two sisters were now each other's only relatives in this world.

I let myself grieve the family I had thought I had. My sister. Not the woman she had turned out to be, that grief was different and older and I would deal with it on its own terms in its own time. The sister I had grown up believing she was. Eleven years of shared bedrooms and borrowed clothes and the twin language we had developed, those slight, specific signals that only the other one understood, the way you could be across a crowded room and catch her eye and have an entire conversation in the tilt of a chin. That sister. The one who had sat beside me at every pack event and who had known my face better than I knew it myself because you spent your whole childhood studying the face that wa

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

"I heard all of it." The room was very quiet. Irina sat in the chair beside the bed and felt simultaneously like a teenager caught doing something she shouldn't and an adult who knew she hadn't done anything wrong and wasn't sure which feeling she was more entitled to. "I didn't plan it," she said. "I know you didn't," Anna said. "It wasn't — I wasn't trying to take anything from you—" "Irina." Anna's voice was soft. "I know that too." She looked at her sister. At the face that was her mother's jaw and her father's eyes and fourteen years of growing up alongside each other in a country that wasn't theirs and then an ocean apart and then back together again.

"My sister" "Your sister?", I frowned. "Now don't tell me you're not another long lost brother of them" "No", he chuckled. "God! Shabbir's sister means my sister, no? We always shared everything. Then why not sister?" "Seriously? Now you both will share a sister?", I pressed my lips to control the laugh. "What's wrong with that? This is called brotherhood between brothers from another mother. You girls won't understand. We can share everything in brotherhood"

“It’s not ridiculous. Don’t you want to meet somebody new? Even if it’s not your mate, I’m so over seeing the same boys every single day. Sure, they’re technically men now, but we’ve known them literally our entire lives! It’s hard to see them as a real partner, when you’ve also seen how inane and immature they can be.” Cassie gave her sisters a sly smile, “Did you see how disappointed Randolph was when we turned 18 and none of us were their mates?” Evelyn snorted and Nora agreed grimly. “This is what I mean, thank the moon goddess that none of us were fated to their miserable asses. I’m not yearning to leave our pack, just to leave the same people and the same situations that we deal with

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.

Dean tightly holds me in his arms, sighing in relief. "Where's your sister?" I shrug. "I don't know where anyone is." We pull away from each other. Dean brushes the back of my hair. "Don't ever do that again. We're a team. If one of us fall out, our bond breaks." Dean nods, pulling me back into his arms, leaning us both back into the couch. I close my eyes and breathe. I want this to last forever. Even if forever is a little too good to be true.

He's really hot and oozing with sex appeal. I also planned to seduce him, one time. But I stop myself from doing so, because he's my older sister's husband. Duh? Even how much I wanted him, I can't hurt my sister's feelings. I knew that she really loves him that much. And actually I have a long time boyfriend that I love so much and I wanted to be with forever, and we will tie the knot next month. It’s just that I feel a little bit attracted to Frederik, because he is so handsome and sexy. Oh well, my fiancé, Daniel Apolonio is also handsome and hot, but he is really nothing compared to Fred. But I love Daniel so much that I know who loves me, too. If he doesn’t love me, he wouldn’t ask my h