Lesbian Sisters Novels & Stories

I called her nickname. Despite being sisters, we could never be more different. In appearance alone we are far from each other. My hair was black like that of a raven's feathers and, unlike my sister's golden brown eyes, mine were green. Maya was full of love and compassion for others. So it's also very easy for other people to love her. It is difficult for me to trust others. I always had my guard up, constantly being careful. Because that's the only thing I know how to protect Maya. “Are you done doing your research?” Maya asked as I sat down inside the gazebo.

I asked. “The fucking Rock Goddesses and five other girls. They came out of nowhere. The two sisters were standing in front of the Luna. When our guy went to grab the Luna one of the sisters flayed him open with her claws. They were also the ones growling. I have no idea what they are, but they have no scent. The sisters have auras that are beyond anything I have ever come across or felt before. I did not know whether to bare my neck or kneel. All of them moved faster than even vampires can move. A couple of our guys got too close to them, and they were bitten. The guys turned fucking blue and green. What the fuck are those two.” Carver said. “We do not know much, but what we have been able

replied the moved Queena as she sat at the side. Jasmine gave no verbal reply, and only stared at the sitting girl. Seeing that, Queena then began her tale. “There were once a pair of sisters, twin sisters, to be exact… Both of them were like two peas in a pod, and the older sister was named Chloe while the younger one went by Indigo. The sisters had always had a very good relationship, even from their childhood days. They always enjoyed things together, but also made sure to endure all their misfortunes side by side.”

Seeing my confusion, Lilly said, “Hi Lena, sorry to appear as though we are ambushing you because, we aren’t, honestly we aren’t. I just thought you guys should all meet. These are my two sisters, Leah and Julie.” “Sisters? You mean like Sorority sisters?” I asked confused. The girl, Leah, I think her name was, laughed and said, “No not sorority sisters, we are biological sisters, triplets actually.” The girls were not identical, and the only thing that was the same about them appearance wise was their shade of blonde hair, Julie and Leah had green eyes, whereas Lillie’s eyes were a beautiful deep shade of blue.

Meanwhile, Monica had problems of her own. Lucas had been following her around, and the video of her tearing into James and Veronica had somehow made its way online. People recognized them instantly, and it was not long before they tracked down Lucas and connected him to Veronica. Soon, the internet sleuths were piecing together everything about our tangled web of relationships.

Vivian interrupted with a slight frown in her face. Raine smiled halfheartedly. "You know her, she's popularly known as Cardi-B." "Oh! Yes. I know Cardi-B....everybody knows her. What about her?" "She's bisexual as everyone knows, but her sister, Hennessy is a lesbian like me although the public's eye thinks she's bi like her sister. I'm not sure if she's like that from birth or she chose to be." She stared pointedly at the drink in her hand. "I never chose to be this way, Viv. I grew up being like this."

Then they began to gather around the two goddesses, greeting them with warm words. "Demeter, my dear sister, welcome back home!" one of the goddesses spoke. Her mother bowed to her. Persephone recognized the kind-looking woman as Hestia, the oldest sister of the Olympians. She was dressed in a simple dress and her throne was a plain wooden throne with a white woolen cushion. Although there were twelve gods, Persephone could only see eleven thrones in the room. Zeus rose from his seat and came towards her. His smile was dazzling and kind. His eyes were the color of the sky. He took her delicate hand in his and kissed it. Persephone greeted her father back with a bow.

Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

I said to her that just made her laughed. "Stop it! STOOOOP. DONT EVER CALL ME THAT! I DON'T HAVE A SISTER WHO IS A BITCH LIKE YOU. YOU ARE FLIRTY DISGUSTING. (And she slapped me hard.) YOU ARE FLIRTY. (She slapped me again. YOU WANTED MY HUSBAND. AND YOU'RE A WHORE FOR LETTING HIM IMPREGNATE YOU. YOU TWO CHEATED ON ME. BUT DO YOU KNOW WHAT CHILDREN WHO CAME FROM A SIN SHOULD NOT LIVE IN THIS WORLD? THEY SHOULD DIE. SO I WILL KILL YOUR DAUGHTER, LEYSA! I WILL KILL HER. SHE IS A MISTAKE."

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.