Novel & Cerita My Sisters Drama

Serena has four sisters; her elder sister who's an actress, her twin sister, then two younger sisters. For all I know, she's 29 this year because we're born on the same year. The question is, which sister is 'she'? Scrolling the result of my search on her elder sister who's a C-list actress, there's a section called Early Life; that's how I know Serena has four sisters. Unfortunately there is no other information on the sisters or even a picture of them. Do I have to extend my stalking to social media?

Sis Three said with tears in her eyes, “Even if you say that, Iris is our sister whom we’ve lived with for so many years. How can we not be sad now that she’s dead?” Sis Eight chimed in, “Now that Sis Thirteen has gone into Doomsday, it’s hard to predict her wellbeing. We should head in and save her soon.” Baby Robbie looked at the sisters’ angry expressions. He was trying to figure out each sister’s standpoints from their words and actions. Sis Six was baiting them, and he wondered whether she was doing it intentionally. If she was, then her shrewdness was beyond what he had imagined. It meant he had underestimated Sis Six from the beginning.

She blunted, trying to hold back her emotions as much as she could while she watched her sister struggle with the piece of information. “Tell me you're joking.” Phidel replied as unshed tears choked her throat. “Tell me this is just some kind of dream– that I will wake up and this will all be a mere nightmare.” She shouted, finally allowing those tears freely trekked down her cheeks. Phidelia on the other hand was no different from her sister. Her face was by now soaked with tears as she watched her sister throw a tantrum.

A sisterhood so tight that we were the envy of Crystal High. But friendships crack. And when they do, the cracks widen. No matter how hard you try to seal them. A murder. A secret. One night. Four girls. What could have been the end of the sisterhood. The end of Me. Mira. Sandra. And… Linda.

Emma asked calmly, “Is there something you want to ask, Third Sister?” Erica hesitated, as if she had something difficult to say, something hard to deal with. After a long pause, she opened and then closed her mouth, struggling with what she had to say. Finally, she uttered, “I... I want to ask... Third Sister, is it true that Fifth Sister wanted to harm you, which led to this?” The fourth sister, who usually appeared as if she were made of wood, unexpectedly showed some sensitivity. Emma calmly shifted her gaze and said, “What’s the matter?”

I'd dо ѕоmе thіngѕ to hеr, I tell уоu whаt. "Whаt іѕ іt, ѕwееthеаrt?" "Dаddу, I nееd your hеlр. The pump ѕtорреd working аnd I nееd уоu to come fіx іt." "I саn't bаbу, I'm grіllіng. Brіаn, hеlр уоur sister out."

The doctor asked. “I can’t…. I can’t leave the house,” Karisa fisted her hands tightly, “I sent someone….. he is face timing me…… I’m screen…. Recording…. It… .she…. She speaks….. to the driver …..behind the tree.” “Do you know what she is telling the driver?” The driver asked. Karisa's breath became heavier than before, “She… she…. Want… she… want… to…. Kill…. My…. Sister.” “Does she kill your sister?” The doctor questioned.

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

It was tormenting to think about the fact that she had actually done something that despising all for a man. "Caramel is here." I announced to my parents while they craned their heads at us. I had intentionally ignored making mention of the male figure. My mother rushed to her feet to stand in front of Caramel. She gripped her shoulder and began to shake her like there was no end to her troubles. "Why would you do that to your own sister? My mother wailed, "what got into you? How could you let yourself be blinded by lust? What happened to the love and bond I trained you to share with your sisters?" She cried, not faltering with her action.

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.