My Sisters Love Me Novels & Stories

"Esther doesn't." "I was going to leave without her." Esther clears her throat, I ignore her. The choking floral scent grows stronger, Precious wraps her arms around me. "It's been ages! Why have you been avoiding everyone?!" "Why are you here with my sister's boyfriend?" I stare at her but all I can see is my reflection in her sunglasses. "Precious and I are just friends, Lily. You know I loved Luc so much!" Joseph says in an almost whisper. "Loved? It's just been a few months and you loved her?!" I can not hide my fury and disgust.

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."

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I did use his sister because I knew I couldn't be with the only girl that I had ever loved, Sofia Jones. Sofia is my sister's best friend. She is the most beautiful girl in the world. She isn't just beautiful on the outside but also on the inside. She is nice and caring. She would never hurt anyone. I have been in love with her since the moment I met her. It was the first day of fifth grade. As soon as My blue eyes connected with her green ones, I knew I was a goner. We became friends, and every time I talked to her, I fell in love with her even more.

“Ruby, I’m talking to you! Your husband is so rich. It’s fine if he lends some money to Liam!” Wendy saw that I was not answering her, so she moved to strike me. “Hey, stop fighting! You’re sisters.” My mother pulled Wendy aside and coaxed her. Then, she dragged me into the kitchen. “Ruby, she’s your younger sister. Just throw her a lifejacket, we can’t just let her suffer like that.” I sneered and recalled the night my first child had a high fever in the past. It was raining heavily, and I had walked to the hilltop mansion and begged Wendy to give me some money so I could bring my child to a doctor.

Max mutters, but he scoots closer too, pressing his head against my cheek so he can fit into the frame. I hit the video call button. The screen flips to my little sister’s face: black wavy hair piled into a lazy bun, red lipstick, oversized T-shirt. Behind her I catch a glimpse of the living room back home in Medellín: gray sofa, big plant, and something moving in the corner of the frame… oh, Mamá. “¡Mis amores!” Fiona’s voice jumps an octave the moment she sees Max and Issa. “MIRA, GEMELITOS!”

Apprehension circling in my gut, but my focus is clear, and my mind made up. “Sisters don’t say goodbye, they say laters, Chica. I have thing to figure out and plan, so I’m going upstairs.’ I use Meadow’s pet name, our eyes meet as damp emotional smiles are passed, in that one instance, I know a love that I’ve needed for the past eight years, a true friend, and it kills me that I only found it to leave it behind. I’m going to miss those blue eyes, and that sassy spunk of my beautiful wild femme sister. I pull myself to my feet, head determined, and surprisingly free of tears, despite her breaking her heart and crying floods as she watches me move. She stays immobile, like she’s stuck on the

“I can't believe that Michael did all of these for me. I'm so speechless. This time he was true to his promise of making me his forever and burying the hatchet. I'm so touched by how he published our wedding date all over social media. It's... It's so romantic.” My sister places the back of her hand on her forehead, closes her eyes and sighs in a dramatic pose. I brush my hair and I'm trying not to pay any attention towards her but I only manage to say. “I hope he makes you happy and you don't regret your decision.” “Why won't he make me happy? Michael loves me. I am the only woman in his heart and he can't ever love another woman except for me. I'm sure even if I'd died in my coma then he s

"Cupcake, what do you have against your sister..." "Berry, stop calling her my sister, she is not my sister," I yelled in anger, I am fucking getting frustrated with everyone referring to her as my sister, did they all know how painful it is, for me to forget the woman, I love, and be with the woman, I hate to the bone. "Let's go home!!!"

She turned around and looked at me with wide eyes… Ooooooookay? “You named it…” “Cutsiah? Yes. I don’t see why.” Now I get it. I turned around, suddenly feeling a little conscious to be around her. This is what happens when you bring ‘FAMILY’ into something you held dear. They always find… A loud “ooooph” left my lips as she crushed her front to my back, hugging me from my behind. “ I knew it. I knew it that everyone was wrong about you. You loved your sister so much more than anything in this world. And if not…” She spun me in her hold and looked at me with teary eyes,