Loving Sister Poem Novels & Stories

A few people wander around, it’s just good for the privacy I need. I kneel by the young girl’s grave, remembering how much she loved flowers. Dad and I used to spoil her with them, and she’d twirl, so happy it made my chest ache with something I can’t name. She used to love everything; I can’t name one thing she hated. Now she’s gone. I’m left with no mother, no father, and worse, no twin. I set the bouquet down gently and slow my breathing. “Loving Sister,” the stone reads, along with other things that matter to our parents but not to me, except her name and dates.

she replied. Her answer was having more effect on me. "Beautiful, to Levy." She said, which alert me. "Car." I do think cars are beautiful. "Car." I passed to Jacob. "Love," he replied and passed it to Jeal. "Sister," she replied. "I love my sister more than anything in this world." she then added with a smile. I don't have any. "Wish," I replied when the sister was passed to me. "Unfulfilled," Jacob replied on his turn for the wish. "Yet." Then added.

I wasn't certain if that gave her honor or if that made her a lesser human than I expected her to be. I did not love her. The bond between us was natural for our kind but it was not one of love. To truly love someone, you had to spend enough time with them. You had to get to know them, every dark, tainted bit of their soul, and still love them completely. The love should be effortless. You should be open, a place of safety, a warm embrace in time of need. I could never be that. I could never give her that. Not the way the man she chose could. Loving my sister brought me to the place I was today. I couldn't love anyone else. Especially not romantically.

there is audacity behind the texture of her tone as she finishes the question. “At some point in my life, Sister, I had experienced to fall in love with someone whom I thought to be the man who would make me realize the essence of true love, who promised to give me the joy to be loved despite my imperfections.” My eyes are watered with tears and slowly wet my cheeks. I dig my hand inside my pocket and immediately wipe the dew from my face.

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

Liam said. "I want that one day my sister will realize that what she has been was wrong and accept me back as her sister, despite everything that happened I wanted to hate her but I just couldn't, there is her blood in me and I can't stop seeing her as my sister no matter what." Leilah replied. "Your sister is so unlucky not to realize that you are the precious gift the Moon goddess had given to her but she throwaway it because of envy and jealousy, but do not let that affect you, you are strong, the strongest lady I have ever met." Liam said.

I knew her tone was almost threatening. “Has no one in your flock ever loved you?” I asked anxiously. The memory of my mother awakened in me the feeling of devotion, I did not want to leave her in this bloodthirsty herd, I did not want her to die alone without knowing that I had survived. “Of course, you still have weak feelings. You can not waste your time and energy on such trivialities.” The girl frowned. “You know, I had a sister who claimed to love me, and when I went looking for her, I took the bait and was captured. If the team had not been here, I would have been lost for sure.”

And I am confident he will come back to me. "Would you like to play the hearts game with me?" My sister asked wickedly. "I'll ask you three questions. You don't need to explain yourself, okay? Just give me a number. It should be from one to ten. . . One is the lowest, and ten is the highest. Got it?" I smiled and nodded while drying the last tears on my face. This is what I love about my sister. She never let me down when it comes to these. It's admirable how her words of wisdom changed me.

But not for her harsh breathing, it would be hard to know that she just had a major outburst a few seconds ago. “Forgive me if I never treated you like my biological kids. Forgive me if you ever thought I didn’t love you. Because you’re absolutely right — I do not love you Bhyron, and that will never change. You’re a minor inconvenience that my whore of a sister left behind, and you remind me of her every single time I see your face.” Then she leans against her seat, paying no mind to the fact that she just shattered my heart to pieces. Wordlessly, I get to my feet, taking Amani with me.

“It is easy. Take your sister’s place and confess to being the one tormenting Ivy every night. Confess about being the one threatening to kill her. Since you both love each other so much, then you can die for your sister!” “Isn't that what love is? Risking one’s life for the person they love?” I smirked and that glint of hope in her eyes vanished. She rose to her feet immediately, shaking her head. “You are so heartless. How can you tell me to die in place of my sister? This is wickedness” I straightened. “You said you loved her…” “But that doesn't mean I should suffer for her crime!” She yelled. “Now that you have realized how stupid you sounded earlier, get out of my sight. Your sister is