Other Sisters Novels & Stories

The entire school thought I was the school belle Wanda Stewart's biggest simp. I would send her breakfast during her morning run. I would offer her a towel and water during her matches. I would buy her pancakes from three streets away in the bitter cold just because she said she was hungry in the middle of the night. The boys in school who liked her could form a line from the mathematics department to the field. The look in their eyes changed from disdain to hatred. "He hasn't managed to pursue her even after all that simping. He really can take things in his stride." "Wanda is just good-natured. That's why she hasn't called the police." When the school hunk, Connor Graham, decided t

I said. I was talking about how all of my sisters—Iseldis, Noblete, Sicilia, Grizel, Elixane, Dameta, Hermine, Polycaste, Kiena, Richesa, and Aleera—were going to meet here in the celestial palace to conduct an annual intercession to bless Mother's subjects.

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?

Triple the pain she had caused me. Just wait and you will feel the sweetest vengeance that you can ever feel Diana, my fake slut one of a kind sister.

Aphrodite almost seems to comfort us, yet she still leaves us here in this icky place. The Sisters of Fate are much more hideous than I thought they would be. Their skin is a pale grey, their skin seems to glob from their bone. They all have at least eight legs, yet the way they crawl it seems like so much more. The whole main room is twindled with red string, they all seem to glow with fate.

Mitne In the realm where moonlit glades and ancient forests merged, a tale of two twin werewolf sisters emerged—one born of silvered privilege and the other forged in the fires of wild determination. Their destinies, like Yin and Yang, would shape the balance of their world. The first sister, born under a radiant full moon, was cherished from the moment of her arrival. Wrapped in the warmth of a loving pack, she grew amid adoration and protection. She was a delicate blossom sheltered from the storms of life, her every wish catered to as if by an army of devoted servants.

I thought to myself while I typed the name then clicked enter. Just when the search results came, my eyes instantly went wide. Mary Therese Alexander is the sister of the notorious billionaire, Lucas Nicholas Alexander. She's also the youngest abbess in the country. The discovery rendered me paralyzed for a second. Lucas had a sister! And she's a Nun! not just a nun but an abbess! Just thinking about it made me want the ground to open and swallow me whole. If I attend the birthday party, I might end up ruining her birthday party with my scandalous reputation.

[Wow, this is disgusting! I thought we were dealing with some sort of love warrior, but turns out he’s just a pathetic simp!] [Hey Veronica, how does that strawberry-flavored treat taste? Must feel great having two guys ignoring their partners for you, huh?] [Disgusting doesn’t even begin to describe it! It’s like a whole new level of gross!] [So, let me get this straight. Your fiancée gets hurt, but delaying the engagement wasn’t an option? You had to bring in a stand-in?]

It was easier that way than facing the possibility that I may have just lost my best friend. When the devil is adamant that you have a bad day, I don’t think anybody can stop it. The loud clicks at the door, and the extra loud laughter with my coworkers from the hallway, was all I needed to know that my bad day was just about to get worse. My door was pushed open, and there stood my step-sister in all her glory.

The love Irene's sisters showed her came in the form of planning out her entire life for her. Look, all eight of your sisters followed this exact path. You should too, right? If only one person had said it, Irene might not have minded. But two people, three people, five or six... Worse, they were all her older sisters, people she could hardly push back against. The moment she got angry, someone would inevitably say, Your sisters are so good to you, and you're still angry? That's just plain rude!