Love Sister Novels & Stories

But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for. Not by blood, but by the Pact, By the winter and the sun. By the way we face the world, And never turn to run. You’re my truest kind of family, The fiercest, gentlest friend. The sister I was meant to find, And keep until the end. When I forget how brave I am, You remind me who I’ve been. Not with thunder or with shouting, Just the strength beneath your skin. Some spirits walk in harmony, Some run side by side.

ROSALIA I didn’t see this coming. I never imagined Bastian would share my secret about Devin with Rosentine. Was he so in love with her that he’d betray me like this? I guess I had gotten too sure of myself, believing he would always stand by me, always have my back. But things had shifted, and it was all because of my sister. My sister, who knew how to ruin everything for me. I forced a smile, swallowing down the knot in my throat.

I said, sprinkling parsley into the bowl, “and I’m starting to call Bianna my sister-in-law.” Bianna turned to me fast. “Ara.” I lifted a brow. “What? I’m just a visionary.” Max stopped running. He turned around, his blue eyes lighting up immediately. “What’s sister-in-law.” “Tio’s girlfriend,” Issa answered automatically, still a little out of breath. Then she turned to Theo and Bianna with an expression of extremely polite disgust. “Ew.” “I hate all of you,” Theo said. “Aww, look at them,” Arianna said immediately.

I wrapped my legs tighter around him, my heels digging into his lower back as I urged him on, the pressure against my clit from his pubic bone sending me teetering to the edge with each grind. Emotion swelled inside me, almost strong enough to make me forget what had occurred just hours ago. A sense of belonging flooded my heart, and I realized maybe not all was lost. Perhaps I had expected too much, too soon. Maybe that was my mistake—thinking one ceremony, one night, could change everything. Bonds didn’t form overnight, and respect wasn’t given freely. Love can be earned with patience, obedience, and time; that's what my sister always said about her union with Greyson. It's the reason she

It didn't. "Allison," he said, not questioningly but just stating her name. "Allison." It was like his saying her name had unlocked something that refused to lock up again. "Fourteen years. We were fourteen in the hallway at school, two Ukrainian girls agreeing we could get along, and I haven't seen her in six months and all the time-" she trailed off and then forced herself to continue, "all the time she's been pulling strings and showing up with sandwiches at the hospital like I didn't already have a sister in my life messing everything up."

My door was pushed open, and there stood my step-sister in all her glory. “Hello, sister, it’s been quite a while. You no longer return my calls.” Lily whined, and I just smiled, tight-lipped at her. If you know Lily, you know the best thing to do is to just ignore her. My parents’ golden child, and she knew exactly how to get under your skin. Nothing I ever did was enough; I was always compared to Lily. She reveled in every bit of attention, and it always made me feel inferior. She destroyed my self-esteem before I even knew what it was called.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

The inscription above the photo reads: The Sisterhood. The photo shows Sara, Mira, Sandra—and... My breath catches in my throat. "This girl..." I whisper, shifting the yearbook to Boaz, pointing at it. "I know her. What does she have to do with this?" Boaz squints at the photo, raising a brow. "Linda Frothmoth. One of your girl’s best friends in school. They called themselves the sisterhood. The queen bees of Crystal High." I glance at Jake again and our eyes meet. A cold shiver runs down my spine.

The entire school thought I was the school belle Wanda Stewart's biggest simp. I would send her breakfast during her morning run. I would offer her a towel and water during her matches. I would buy her pancakes from three streets away in the bitter cold just because she said she was hungry in the middle of the night. The boys in school who liked her could form a line from the mathematics department to the field. The look in their eyes changed from disdain to hatred. "He hasn't managed to pursue her even after all that simping. He really can take things in his stride." "Wanda is just good-natured. That's why she hasn't called the police." When the school hunk, Connor Graham, decided t

But I couldn't pretend those memories erased what had happened. "I have some studying to do," I answered. Her smile faded. "You're always studying." "I have a competition coming up." "Fine." She turned to the girls. "Let's go." They walked away. Chloe waited until they were out of earshot. "That was strange." "What was?" "Your sister actually invited you somewhere." I looked toward the courtyard entrance. "Maybe she wanted to be nice." "Do you believe that?" I didn't answer. I wasn't sure.