Hello Kitty Sisters Novels & Stories

"Recognize these two?" Braxton accepted them with both hands, studied them carefully, and shook his head vigorously. "Never seen them. Women that striking would've stood out immediately. There's absolutely no way they slipped past us." He turned to his men. They all shook their heads as well. They genuinely hadn't seen the sisters. But Kevin and his partner, standing in the middle of the group, exchanged a glance as their expressions tightened. They edged toward a side door and quietly slipped out of the room.

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

The girls looked like sisters of friends; they giggled girlishly and waved their hands in their hair. “Hello handsome,” one said. “Hello handsome!” the other one said and then fell on me. The first one drew her back into herself with a chuckle. “Forgive my sister. This is how excited we get when we see someone handsome and we can’t help it, you know?” “You’re drunk,” I said to her. “And so? We want to fuck you; that’s sane enough.” I was so confused and lost. “What?” “I mean, if you aren’t into the both of us, you can just take me.” the sister started to protest and the first one immediately added: “If you’re into the kinky shit, you should take the both of us. Most men like us together at a

Allison's eyes widened in shock, her body flinching as if struck by an invisible force. Kate, her sister, stood before her, a sly smile spreading across her face. The room seemed to hold its breath as Kate whispered, her voice dripping with malice, "Hello, sis." The words sent a shiver down Allison's spine as Kate's hot breath grazed her ear.

My mum and I had finished packing our clothes an hour ago. "I think they're here." I hear my mother say. I take the pistol and follow her. She takes a deep breath and opens the door revealing three... catholic sisters? They smile and we smile back awkwardly. "I'm sister Lydia. She's sister Lilian and she's sister Jane." The one who seems to be the leader points to the others. "We're here to share the gospel of our loving God. We noticed you're new so we wanted to pass by." One of them says with a smile. My mum moves aside letting them in while her face is filled with shock.

Aphrodite almost seems to comfort us, yet she still leaves us here in this icky place. The Sisters of Fate are much more hideous than I thought they would be. Their skin is a pale grey, their skin seems to glob from their bone. They all have at least eight legs, yet the way they crawl it seems like so much more. The whole main room is twindled with red string, they all seem to glow with fate.

yet they made it worked. " You met all of them, who do you get along with the most?" I didn't even have to think about it, I just knew. " Allison" She started laughing and it was the most beautiful sound. "Ally Cat? Yeah, I have to admit she is easy to get along with. She hates conflict." And that was the truth, Allison is a creative little thing a couple of inches taller than Catalya. She has long pitch black hair with bright blue eyes, she is a fashion designer and her designs are incredible. Her pale skin is a complete opposite from her black hair, which gave her a more gothic look sometimes depending on her makeup. She has an hourglass figure with curves on all the right places, Collin

Seeing how adorable she looked, I came out chortling, and said, embracing Derby tightly, “Please drop this creepy side, D. Queen or not, I’m still your friend. You don’t need my permission to call me Evolet. Nothing will change between us.” “So, we’re still besties?” She asked, lifting her head to look at me. I smirked at her and replied, poking her on the nose, “Not besties but sisters, you silly girl.” That made her extremely happy. She threw herself on me, and shrieked out excitedly, “Thank you heaven! We’re still sisters!” “Very soon I won’t be calling you Derby alone, but Luna Derby. Isn’t that right, Kitty?” I smirked at my Alpha Cat, who flushed at my words, rubbing the back of his ne

she yells and comes toward me, all ready, her tail was hidden under her skirt, and her earls were hidden with a hair band, making her ears look like they were fake and slipped on. "Say bye-bye," I tell her ready to leave the house with her, a car was waiting for us, one of the pack mates is taking us to the school along with the rest of the pack members who were ready for school, it's only four in total, and kitten is only coming for the day. "Ready?" I ask her, holding her hand walking toward the school, toward our first class of the day.

January 1. I miss my parents. Louella was so cruel to me during the holiday season. I bought her a beautiful watch and a silk scarf for Christmas. She gave me a caged rat. A rat! What made it worse was that it was a feral rat and not one from a pet shop. She’d had the gardener trap it for her. She spreads her legs for him on a regular basis, so I’m not surprised he’d do something so vile upon her request. Why does she hate me so? Aren’t siblings supposed to have some type of inherent love for each other? I can’t remember a time when she looked at me with anything but hate and disgust. My friend, Jennifer, calls her Satan’s spawn. She might be right. I like the name. It suits her.