Loving Sister Poem Novels & Stories

“She’s coming for me.” “The sister she loved is gone… and the sister she fears is finally on her way.”

She waves at me and then she’s gone. I realize in that moment that I love my sister with all my heart but I don’t want or need her in my life. I harbor no bad feelings towards her but I’m happier without my family. I love the life I have far from them. I’ll be there if the ever need anything but I don’t want to see them often. I’m happy as I am and that’s okay. The end

"You're so witty! Surely the Mother Superior would never contemplate such things." "I'm sure she wouldn't," agreed Sister Love, absentmindedly running her hand down the back of her neck and onto her breast. Sister Divine, sitting right next to her blushed as a spasm of desire ran through her. Sister Love noticed her deep redness. "Oh. Sister. What is it?" she asked placing a comforting hand on Sister Divine's arm. "Sister Love. Sister Love. I don't know," she confessed, bowing her head. "It's just that when I'm with you, I have these thoughts... They're wrong, I know. But they come to me. You're so very beautiful."

"I know, I was the worst sister. I turned fourteen, you were eleven, beautiful in every way, and I was the elder sister, the lesser one. You got the man I wanted, and now, I have him, he's nothing but a shell, who gave his heart to you, and had it broken." "Look Fiona, this is me extending an olive leaf, you can either take it or throw it in the fire, I was a bad sister, I know, why do you think I am here? For years, I looked for home, a friend, wanted bestfriends, craved love, how blind of me, when you, my sister was there."

I held my dying sister in my arms and called out to her for help. "Please... please help my sister. I'll do anything, just please save her!!!" I cried. She smiled and knelt down in front of us both. She touched my sister and my arm, and a calm fell over me. "I have watched you two for years. Even in the midst of all this darkness, you two shone bright. The love you have for one another is breathtaking. Kings war over this type of love, and only Gods and Goddesses can understand its loss. I have seen and have heard your prayer."

She has been drinking. “He doesn’t love you. A man who loves you could never have slept with you when you were just a child,” I whisper, letting the tears fall from my eyes. “Love? What do you know about love?” She asks, “Don’t talk about things you can’t understand, Sasha.” She pushes me away from her face, then goes to stand by the table. “I know what love is.” I shot back, getting to my knees. “Love is a little girl risking everything to help her sister get her wounds treated. Love is a sister making sure—”

Jab se meri aankhon se ho gayi tu door Tab se saare jeevan ke sapne hain choor x (2) Aankhon mein neend na mann mein chaina hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna haiSaari umar humein sang rehna hai Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Karan sings and remembers when they saw her sister crying after that incident, and at that time, they just want to see their sister smile. He was looking at her sister, who was now half-awake and can sleep anytime. Yeh na jaana duniya ne tu hai kyon udaas Teri pyaasi aakhon mein pyar ki hai pyaas Aa mere paas aa keh jo kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai

It’s my younger sister, Lesaiah. I answered it and waited for her response. “Sister, where are you?” It’s one o’clock. “Are you going home?” She’s such a sweet girl, very considerate. And I don’t want him to see his sister wasted and brokenhearted. I don’t want him to be afraid of love. Because not everyone is really stupid. “Sorry, baby, but sister won’t go home tonight.” Maybe tomorrow,” she sighed; it was sad that she might ask something of me or need me. Maybe tomorrow

It saw love as a chain to be broken. “My sister,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady in the suffocating dark. “Where is she?” The shadow-form smiled Lillian’s smile, and it was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. “Close. She fights. It is… entertaining. But she tires. Her love for you is a candle in my storm. It will soon gutter and die.”

My sister still loves me. What else could I possibly need?