Invisible Sister Novels & Stories

Her skin glows with divine light, and her presence is overwhelming in a way that feels both familiar and sacred. “Silvara?” I ask breathlessly, reaching toward her before awkwardly stopping mid-motion. “Wait… that sounds weird. I mean… are you—me?” She smiles softly, nodding. “Yes. And no. I’m the you within. The part you’ve never fully met until now.” My hand trembles. “You’re my inner self…” She rises, floating a little above the ground, barefoot and graceful, ethereal. “You’ve crossed into the in-between, Anika. A place between spirit and shadow. You’re not dead, but you’re not entirely living either. Not yet.”

"are an Inkur" Finally she found her self back, and the truth was like slapped into her face. It's like the world felt silent and it was all that she could hear. You are an Inkur. You are an Inkur. I am an Inkur. Her mind said but part of her still resist. "I-" she whispered. "I don't know". Sisi's eyes were now like the ocean in a cool sunny day, bright and shallow. "I have the power of Sight and the great knowledge. I can't be wrong" she said.

She was holding a high-frequency transmitter, her thumb hovering over a upload button. "Don't come any closer, Silas!" Sarah shrieked, her voice cracking with a mixture of terror and mechanical distortion. "The Council has the Inner Sanctum’s coordinates! One press of this button, and the blueprints for the Priestess Line are broadcast to every Seeker cell in the hemisphere!"

They were working their way under Sierra’s skin, into her very soul. Alone in her room, Sierra sat at the window, staring at the storm’s aftermath. Branches glistened with water, the sky heavy with fading clouds. In the glass reflection, she thought she saw a moving shadow behind her. She turned sharply. Nothing. But the feeling lingered. Vanessa’s words echoed in her mind: Secrets stain. And Sierra realized, with a bone deep chill, that it wasn’t just the house turning against her. It was herself. The whispers weren’t only around her. They were inside her now, burning.

Kinks: oral sex, taboo, lesbian, nuns, sin The old chapel stood silent under the moonlight, its stone walls cool and echoing with the ghosts of forgotten prayers. Sister Mary slipped through the creaky side door, her heart hammering in her chest like a drum of sin.

When she was done, she placed herself in front of the mirror and combed her hair. It came to her mind how Jonah invited her today, that definitely made her day and smiled. However, her feelings changed from happiness to sadness remembering Sean did not agreed to let her go to the party. It was unfair from his part not to even consider letting her go. Suddenly her reflection disappeared from the mirror, and she no longer saw herself. She looked at her hands and she couldn't see them, neither any part of her body. A long-terrified scream came from her mouth.

She has an F-cup size and alluring beauty, that’s why guys can’t resist the temptation. On the other hand, Ivy Milly, the oldest among them at the age of 20 years old is the most mature of them. But knowing her maturity, she’s quite near the definition of a slut. She had a boyfriend before that got her pregnant but he left her leaving the child unsupported. That’s why she decided to abort it rather than letting the child experience the cruel world of reality. On the other hand, Emma hurriedly runs along the hallways until she reaches the intersection of the girl’s and the boy’s dormitory. She even saw the other guys that were on the same bus earlier but she ignored them all.

10/05/2019 - New York, Manhattan, Upper East Side. [ Aya Millenis' Vision] " - What the hell is up with your family? They not only disrespect me, but they make me their toy, I make others a toy, I don't want to be one! - Livius I speaks to Nike." "Are you going to miss the schedule, Aya?" I turn my attention away from the large glass screen attached to the water green wall when I hear my older sister's voice.

While many thought she was proud for shoving the men away, she knew her actions stemmed from a deep desire to protect them, fostering empathy and understanding in her audience. Isha gripped the talisman hanging from her neck and muttered prayers as she began to work; its history was long. She grew up like every other girl in a small, quiet town in India, but as she grew older, she began to realise she was far from normal. She always had these dreams, these weird, frightening dreams. Of course, the good ones came from time to time, but out of ten, eight were nightmares, and they didn’t just end there; these dreams manifested. She had spent days wondering and crying about whether she could hav