Novel About Sisters Novels & Stories

Then she laughed, a soft, humorless sound. "We were so stupid." Jade's lip quivered. "We loved them." Jayla's expression darkened. "And they used us." Jasmine's jaw clenched. "Not anymore." The room was quiet, but this time it didn't hurt. It was powerful. Because for the first time in months, the three sisters weren't arguing. They weren't broken. They weren't blinded by Sarah's lies. Together for the first time they wanted revenge. The Sisters Remember – Piecing Together the Moments

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

It started small and built into something real — genuine, unguarded, the off-key shower laugh that nobody in the world was supposed to know about, filling the hospital room at nine in the morning — and Irina started laughing too because what else were you going to do and they sat there, the two Sabalenka sisters, one of them six weeks out of a coma and one of them pregnant by the other one's fiancé, laughing in a hospital room in Atlanta like two people who had been through the absolute most and had landed, somehow, still together. When it settled Anna wiped her eyes and looked at her sister and said: "Tell me everything. From the beginning. Leave nothing out." So Irina did.

The letters blurred in front of me. "I did something," I said. "What kind of something?" "The kind you can't take back." Liam waited. He didn't push. He just sat there, drinking his coffee, giving me space to find the words. "I hurt someone," I said. "Someone who trusted me." "Who?" "My sister." Liam set his mug down. "What did you do?" I looked up at him. His eyes were steady. He wasn't going to run. He wasn't going to judge. He was just there.

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

The one thing Jackson might just fear. But it’s good. Because we … sisters — new, fierce, unyielding sisters — don’t back down from shadows anymore. Not when we’ve already survived the dark. I look at them — these women, this strange, untamed sisterhood — and feel something settle inside me. Maybe happiness isn’t tempting fate. Maybe it is daring the darkness to try again. Only this time, we won’t be standing alone.

‘Well, I guess that’s what having a protective twin sister is like. Still grinning to herself, Izzy glanced back over to where Emil stood, his face lighting up as Emily walked over to him. She could see Emily throwing an arm around her brother’s shoulder, probably teasing him about the kiss. The whole scene made her smile even wider. This night just keeps getting better and better. PS : A solo chapter dedicated to Emil and Izzy. All the characters in this book gets a pair. I won’t leave anybody single and depressed…lol

Another hint is, that they were kept in one book series. 'Was Clara Vincenzo's first love? Did they plan to run away? But why didn't they end up together?' She had numerous questions in her mind but no one to answer them. Frustrated, she arranged the books and left for the kitchen. She saw Sia enjoying sandwiches and she had a perfect plan. "Hi, sweetheart. What are you up to?" Rachel caressed her sister-in-law's cheeks? "Hey, sissy. How was your night yesterday? Had proper sleep? Brother is a little kind of an angry man but don't be scared of him. He loves daring wives more." She winked at Rachel.

They were still the same in filling the holes of their lies. “Yes, I don’t know why they slept though given it is a good book. Do you want me to tell you some about it?” “That will not be necessary. Go on.” Sister Rene said. My sisters went away straightly after being dismissed, and it hurt me to see that they went separate ways again. Agnes to her crowd and Fatma with Linda, leaving Abigail and Edith on our part of the table. But before I could join them, I had to ask Sister Rene what was exactly going on. I stood still beside her, “Sister Rene, can I ask you something?”