Books For Sisters Novels & Stories

“Are you reading fiction books again? Why not put everything you’ve learned in the book into practice in your own life? So you don’t end up becoming a fool who fantasizes about it in your head.” I don’t know what to say to her. I don’t read romance; instead, I prefer horror and mystery-thrillers. If I follow what is written in the book, I will be a killer for the rest of my life. “I just don’t want to interact with others, sister. You already know how bashful I am.” My sister frowned. “You can’t talk to anyone because you’re too timid. What if your family is no longer with you? What are you going to do?”

There were so many books here that I have not read yet, and this book looked familiar to me, but I could not place where I had seen it. " The End Times?" Samael read, looking at the cover of the book. I flipped through the book. It held many prophecies in it, and I had no idea what I was looking for. " Shit"... I said, accidentally cutting myself on the pages. The page seemed to soak up my blood. Suddenly, the pages started turning until they landed on one sudden page, titled, Queen of the End Times. I read the page out loud. And behold, twin queens

We shared the closest bond life had to offer. "Cara, do you think mother would be proud of you for this?" I had to point out, sniffing at the demon my sister had become. "I don't care about what she thinks, especially not now." She rolled her eyes and creased her arms across her chest, ignoring the memories we had shared since life had begun. "You are letting all of this happen, over a man?" I shook my head pitifully at my sister. She seemed to have lost the person she was all because of someone who was probably resting in bed at the moment

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.

Marissa stepped closer to Xander, a red blush dusting her cheeks. Dad and Mom immediately straightened up, their posture stiff and awkward. "Damn, looks like the Lipton family hit the jackpot this time! How did Marissa find such a handsome and rich boyfriend?" "I'm so envious! They sure are lucky." "Marissa has always been the more emotionally intelligent of the two sisters, so is it any surprise that her parents love her more? Now that she's gotten herself such an extraordinary boyfriend, how could Yelena possibly compare?"

"It was a lot of words, and they kept blurring together so I just decided to go to bed and wing the whole meeting." Zypher shook her head at me even though she was smiling. "I understand you. I suffered that when I was still leaving with 'the sisters'. I had to read up on files for upcoming missions. It was hectic." "Sisters? You sound like a bunch of witches or something like that. Do you guys have like a sisterhood of some sorts?" "Yeah. It's a sisterhood for abused women who went through a lot." That piqued my interest. "Explain to me how everything works."

— I ask softly, and when Arina doesn't react, I insist: — Real mothers. My sister understands instantly. I can see her holding her breath. — No… That… it can't be… We are daughters of the Goddess… I turn the book over so she can see it herself, then I go to another one. Saren. Gabriel. Darba. Ruena. Tyldi. I think this session is recent. Down must be me and my Sisters. The oldest ones must be on top. Without thinking I start looking for the book with my name on it.

Which she and I lace our fingers together as we walk down the corridor on our way to the dining room for breakfast. We walk in with our fingers still laced together. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING A MARRIED TEACHER, REALLY BELLA?” Bella walked over and she slapped her brother Nico across the face. “DON’T YOU DARE MENTION HIM AGAIN, THIS SITUATION HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU OR HIM.” She says yelling at him. “I AM YOUR BROTHER SO IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH ME, NOW I SEE THAT YOU’RE WITH FABIO. PERFECT MY BABY SISTER TURNED INTO A SLUT BY A MARIED MAN THAT CAN’T KEEP IT IN HIS PANTS AROUND YOUNG GIRLLS.” This time it wasn’t Bella but Me who takes a swing at him and knocks him completely down on h

the midwife informed the equally pale sisters. “Wait, can’t you see that my sister is sick? Help her! Eliza demanded. “I'll be right back and help her,” Nan spat, as if she was doing a great favor and not doing her job. “Now the main thing is to introduce him to the family and show him to the priest. When the door slammed shut behind the midwife, the confused Eliza took her sister by the hand and began to pray to the Firstborn. She was two years older than Malia, she herself had recently married and even dreamed of children until that day. But not now.

I glanced at the cover. “Where did you even get this?” I asked. She shrugged. “Found it in the closet.” Right. I’d forgotten I’d left some of my sister’s old books here. The last time I’d sat here, my sister had been with me. We’d hidden from the storm, from Father’s guards, from everything that hunted us. Now I was hiding again — only this time, it was with another person I cared about. I looked down at the page Evelyn had been on. Some romance scene — overly sweet, too easy. And yet, a single line caught my eye, something about the way a man touched a woman like she was the only real thing left in the world.