Books For Sisters Novels & Stories

I looked her straight in the eyes, “My Mother was your Father’s mistress yet they shared a relationship your Mother could never share with her husband, You may be my sister but I curse you, I curse your marriage with my husband, I curse the day you were born, I curse the earth which you stand on, I curse you to have the same relationship your Father and Mother share till this very day.” “I don’t even need to curse you, your mother’s sin has already started manifesting in your life,” For a moment, Karisa’s voice cracked, but she hid it behind a sneer, “Get out of my room.” Mentally, physically, and emotionally, I was done with Karisa. I wanted to close her chapter: “Just so you know, today is

But now, she wanted Henry. I could never agree to that. Diana looked at me with a mix of disbelief and anger. "What are you being so petty for, Laura? I'm just asking for your boyfriend! Why are you acting like I'm trying to take your life?" Mom rushed over and scolded me as well. "You're being too selfish, Laura! Diana's always been sickly ever since she was a child. As her older sister, what's wrong with letting Diana have her way sometimes?

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

I open it and notice the cover is thicker than a normal book cover. I skim over the page and notice all the words are in the ancient text so I hand the book to Kyra. She looks at the book, a small smile forming on her face, and then she begins to read from it. Translating it in English. "There were two sisters. One day their mother asked them to go to a garden and pick her favorite flower. She told them that they would be rewarded when they brought the flower back so both girls eagerly agreed. Two paths lead to the garden. One path had green grass and beautiful flowers that were pleasing to the eye. The other path was dry and barren land, it was a longer route to the garden and had mighty mo

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.

I watched these people praise my sister, Anna Smith, and belittle me, and my heart gradually turned cold. In the family chat group, my mother mentioned Anna. Mom: [I booked the flight for you. Once we arrive in Mexico, you can buy whatever you want. I have money.] My sister hinted: [Mom, I heard that Mexico is close to Guatemala and has many good materials.] My mother immediately responded: [Okay, okay, we'll buy you a jade bracelet.]

"Easy." I stared at the table. At the grain of the wood blurring in front of me. "So I'm not your sister." Lucien answered. "Not by blood." Elias added quietly, "But by choice." That should've helped. Should've felt like something. It didn't. I turned to Rowan, my gaze steady even though my hands were shaking. "And you?" His throat worked. Once. Twice. Then: "You were never my sister." The room went dead silent.

"Oh, dear! Looks like you should probably head inside. You wouldn't want that to stain now, would you?" Dahlia ran back inside but not before giving me a murderous look. Little c*nt. We'd see if she was still uppity come the evening. I heard that it was quite common in this area for book louse to invade homes during this season. It would be a shame if her books were affected. "Sissy!" Curse the Goddess, why were my sisters always so needy? "Sissy, where are you?" "Over here, Lilia," the big dunce simpered, waving her hand so our youngest sister could find us.

He paused his meticulous adjustment of his tie, a perfect Windsor knot and looked at his sister with a playful, yet gently reproving glance. “Dear sister,” he teased, laying a hand dramatically upon his heart. “You’ve devoured every book on ‘Matings and Mysticism’ in the Royal Library over the past few weeks, driving the Head Librarian to despair with your inquiries. You are now a certified expert in the development of mate bonds. Then tell us how we are supposed to discover her.” Theatrically, Zara tossed her golden-blonde locks back over her shoulder.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.