Hey Soul Sister Lyrics Novels & Stories

" what will I do without your smart mouth drawing me in and u you kicking me out got my head spinning no kidding I can't pin you down What's going on in that beautiful mind? am on your magical mystery ride and am so dizzy don't know what in you but I will be alright" I sang along with John legend as i took my bath ."what the hell"I screamed as someone turned off the music , damnit I know it's my stupid sister Diana,she hate it when I play my music loud I wrapped my towel around my self and walked out and there she was standing in the middle of my room that was painted my favorite colour royal blue glaring at me.

"I understand that if they keep spending money on me, Isabella will have to pay the price. And I don’t want her to go through what I did. I’ll forget about my fantasies. Before the end of the month, I’ll bond with any clan that will wamt to have me. I don’t want to be a burden. I don’t want to drag my sisters down with me." And then she hung up. And she cried. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was a muffled sob, almost silent, like merely existing caused her pain. As if she was falling apart from the inside out, in a silence no one else could hear. And I... I couldn’t move. I stayed there, in the shadows, trapped between rage and guilt. I wanted to step out, tell her she didn’t have to settle,

Clara’s hands began to shake. Another message appeared beneath it. I can still feel your hands on me. The phone nearly slipped from Clara’s fingers. Her breathing became uneven. This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. This was proof. Clara leaned against the counter as a wave of dizziness hit her. Her own sister. Her own sister had written those words. Tears blurred Clara’s vision, but she forced herself to keep reading. Another message appeared. Tomorrow night. Same place. Clara stared at the words for a long time.

Helena started, but I cut her off. “Please Helena. Can you give me a moment alone?” I pleaded. I could feel the tears burn at my eyes. I hear my sister get up and move to the door. She could feelng her standing at the door watching me for a moment. Please go was all I could think not opening my eyes.

“Is your soul still fine?” Britney’s body trembled upon hearing this. After escaping from that abyss of endless torment, she finally met her sister. Both of them talked a lot on their journey back home. Yet, she had never asked her about the wellness of her soul. Clenching her fists, Britney raised her voice. “Miss Fia! Are you going to help us or not?!” Fia looked at her calmly, not saying a word. Losing her patience, Britney got up from her seat and glared at her. “If you’re just going to let them push you around like this, no one’s going to sympathize with you when sh*t hits the fan!”

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

“We’re stuck in a damn room that looks more like a dungeon” “There’s no hope for me leaving here anytime soon,” she said, and I could hear the desperate truth in it. “So you’re my only chance. Besides… I need to find my sister. Do you think the Luna sold her, like she did you?” “Right. Your sister. She’s… she’s doing fine. Joyce, right?” Jane crawled forward in her cage, her hands wrapping around the bars, her face a pale moon in the darkness. “You’ve seen Joyce? Is she fine?”, she asked and I could hear the desperate plea for an answer in her voice.

the woman announced, her voice ringing out in the silence, "this is Selena, the one we have been waiting for." The girls murmured amongst themselves, their gazes locked on me. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling like a specimen under a microscope. But as I looked closer, I realized that there was something different about these women. They had an aura of power around them, a strength that seemed to emanate from within. "Selena," the woman continued, "these are your sisters in the Sisterhood of the Moon. Like you, they possess ancient powers that have been passed down through generations." I stared at them, trying to wrap my mind around this new information. "You mean... they're like me? They ha

I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. I slid to the floor. Cold tiles met my skin, but I couldn’t feel anything. The sounds didn’t stop. They played like a cruel song in my ears. “You’re perfect.” “You feel so good.” “Don’t stop.” I wanted it to stop. I wanted everything to stop. Then The woman’s face turned toward the door. And I stopped breathing. My soul slipped out of me. My sister. My blood. The girl I grew up with. The girl I loved and protected from Dad’s cruelty.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.