Books For Sisters Novels & Stories

Sometimes, when the house was entirely quiet and the elite guests had gone, I would crawl to the small, hidden crack in the wainscoting that separated my room from the grand dining hall. I would press my eye against the splintered wood, watching my sister. Ayra would be sitting at the massive mahogany table, eating imported pastries, her laughter high-pitched and arrogant as Evelyn brushed her perfect curls. She looked like a princess. She looked like the only girl who existed in the city.

I would've died if a colleague of mine hadn't come looking for me when I couldn't be reached. When I regained consciousness, I told Mom what happened. All she said was, "The fact that Amy treated you that way goes to show just how much of a failure you've been as a sister. You must've pissed her off with the things you said. Otherwise, why would she hate you so much?" All at once, I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy pool of water. I was chilled to the bone. "Even if I'd been the worst sister alive, did that give Amy the right to kill me?"

“If you had any backbone, you wouldn’t come back after leaving! “Now you’re still dreaming of returning to the pack and competing with Rose for her position. You’re truly shameless!” Leon’s words instantly caused everyone to look at me differently. “I thought Claire came back to care for her sister. I didn’t expect her to come back to steal her sister’s happiness. “Good thing Alpha Leon loves Rose.” The surrounding discussion made Rose’s eyes redden. She generously stood in front of me again. “Please don’t say that about Claire. After all, she’s my sister.”

“In the realm where moonlit glades and ancient forests merged, a tale of two twin werewolf sisters emerged—one born of silvered privilege and the other forged in the fires of wild determination. Their destinies, like Yin and Yang, would shape the balance of their world. The first sister, born under a radiant full moon, was cherished from the moment of her arrival. Wrapped in the warmth of a loving pack, she grew amid adoration and protection. She was a delicate blossom sheltered from the storms of life, her every wish catered to as if by an army of devoted servants.

His voice fills my mind as he opens our mindlink. ‘I love you both.’ THE END This concludes book 1 of The Stone Sister Series! I know there are still many questions: What about Bram? What about The Underground? What about Sage? Be on the lookout for Book 2: Emmy’s Story, which will be titled Rejecting Fate! If you enjoyed this story and my writing, please follow my I G for updates and more! Thank you all so much! <3 JNS

Maybe she's just a teenager, but I want Gretta Mikhaelovich to know I don't care for her, either. No woman with that much male attention could ever be anything but clumsy and stupid. I could tell she loved spending her daddy's money on her pink designer heels. Her sister is wearing sandals. I might save millions by marrying his sister instead. Galena is odd but interesting. If you compare her to her brother, she's amazing; if she stood next to Gretta, she would merge with the wallpaper. This scenario works well for me. I'd rather not have a wife to which all my cousins are attracted.

‘Well, I guess that’s what having a protective twin sister is like. Still grinning to herself, Izzy glanced back over to where Emil stood, his face lighting up as Emily walked over to him. She could see Emily throwing an arm around her brother’s shoulder, probably teasing him about the kiss. The whole scene made her smile even wider. This night just keeps getting better and better. PS : A solo chapter dedicated to Emil and Izzy. All the characters in this book gets a pair. I won’t leave anybody single and depressed…lol

I've always known Mia was crazy but to think she just planned a murder in her head in less than a minute actually baffles me. "Mia dear, I love you but that was creepy as fuck. Never knew you had that much crazy in you." I tell her jokingly and she chuckles. "Well, lately, your twin sister has been making me watch murder series so I can come up with ways to kill her so her name stops popping up in relationship and also, there's this other bitch that works with Fabian and I swear to God, both your sister and that skank, infuriate me. Words cannot even explain how much I hate them." She replies, I laugh.

She cut me, “And she is not always on the chapter-house. What I know is she's taking her time to rest, and that was according to Sister Rene.” If she was only resting, why would she let the father restrict as sisters with rules we were not accustomed to? Maybe it was Sister Rene who agreed. “Thank you, Sister. You should lend me that book after you read it.” She did not look up from her book, but I saw her brows lift, acknowledging me. I spent the next afternoon asking the older sisters, including Martha and Sister Teresa, but like Sister Rene, they told me that I should avoid questions now, for it was not safe. I then asked the sisters around my age, and all of them were clueless too. Maybe

"Chase, you've never even been this concerned about me. My sister just got here, and you're already this worried. Why are you so nervous? Don't tell me you… Are you interested in her?" The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. Then, she started yelling at me. "No wonder you were so eager to bring her over. Are you trying to get with her? That's disgusting! How could you even think that?" she yelled. As I gazed at her angry face, I didn't feel like saying a word. Women were always like this. They always assumed whatever they were suspecting was absolutely true and lost their mind over it. However, I couldn't tell her about the situation, so I could only pretend to be a concerned broth