Books For Sisters Novels & Stories

With Khloe. I gave my sister a curious look as she was seriously looking for some book she wanted to read whenever she feels happy. A tragic book like Shakespearean collections or dark poetry she would always read loudly while pacing around in her room. But whenever she feels lonely, she would read a humorous one or an epic fantasy. She was that crazy. Lunatic, if I might add. No, she was just my sister that I loved to the bunch.

I think more of a sequel, not sure yet. What do you guys think? You can as well drop your thoughts, Feel free to Share your ideas with me. Also I have an upcoming book for Anna, titled SISTERS, but she's going to be playing a different character. Sure you'll will love it. Please add to your library, and please give it your support, just the way you supported FATED TO BE MINE. DO NOT FORGET TO VOTE WITH GEMS AS IT WILL HELP IN PROMOTING THE BOOK.

It's the last book among a pile of other books. Unlike everything else I have seen in here, it bears no title. I drag it out of the pile, the dust from it making me cough. When I open it, my breath catches in my throat. It's like a book of records of all the sisters at the convent in alphabetical order. Page after page contains photographs of every girl that has been in the Convent even before I joined. Besides every photograph is a handwritten information— Age, Date admitted, Family status, Skills, Languages, Health observation. And beside each name is either a neat checkmark or roughly drawn X mark, accompanied by the word ‘Eliminated.’

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

Her gaze flickered around the room before she raised a hand and pointed at me. "Mom, the teacher must have misunderstood. I was saying my sister should transfer, not me. "There are so many failing students in Class Thirteen, and since my sister has always been kind and helpful, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to lend them a hand." In our past life, Stacy had fallen for Nicholas Scott at first sight. Barely two months into the school year, she cried and begged to transfer into his class—Class Thirteen, the lowest-ranked class in the entire grade.

empty. A soft laugh cuts from the darkness, and I jump, nearly dropping the book. "You've been spying on me," says Renae as she emerges from the darkest corner, light blocked out by the shelves. There's no way I could have seen her there, clad in all black. I try to calm my wilding heart as I snap the book shut and wave it in the air. "I never really did fancy myths. Too much digression, too little facts." I slide the book back in place. "But did you know? The tomes in my father's library tell stories of how the Moon and Sun Goddesses were the closest siblings of all other gods. There's a saying there were torn apart by a man. They say the Moon Goddess eyed her sister's consort."

She smiled suspiciously. "That's what I'm saying. Why I call you shit. You know you still can't understand the things I tell you." "And what's that you're saying?" "You're with that book. The book is in you, you're your sister, and your sister was you, so it's you," she said. My mouth burst open, and my eyes became like an eagle. I was with the book? Totally impossible!

Little to my knowledge they were doing just that. They spoke at the same time. “We want to go with you.” Turning towards my parents. My sister pushed the book towards my mother. “If we are magical, we need training. Even though that book is my birthright, I don't want to learn from it. I’d rather it was destroyed.” At this point, I saw my sister in a new light. Almost a light of admiration.

she sat down on the chair Kalthum also went to join her on the two sitter " so tell me if not I'll read your chats " She wiggled her brows. Basma shook her head " why are you my sister for Allah's sake? " Kalthum laughed " you still love me no matter what " The two sisters have grown to love each other like never before. Truth to her words, Basma changed and she is now someone who is very understanding. She is now the type of sister Kalthum have always wished to have and their love for each other keeps on growing day by day. Aunty Suwayba their mother went out to get something, in her own words. But the truth was, she went to meet up with Faisal. She didn't tell her daughters that because sh

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"