Other Sisters Novels & Stories

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

And Aiden looked at me in bewilderment, as if he hadn't noticed how lousy I look today. “Slight malaise,” I slurred, “no need to worry. Better tell us the latest news. Did you find out who was behind all this? We're still looking into it, but there aren't many options. The main version is apostates. I swallowed obscene words along with another spoonful of soup. The Resistance very skillfully framed the Sisters. “So, someone saw the distraught dark ones?” I asked a logical, from my point of view, question.

The next day, they awoken to watch the local news and papers only to discover that on the headline, was their family name. "From a very reliable source, we have come to learn that Jason junior Samuel Macaulay, age twenty one has impregnated his very own sister, Annabelle Naomi Macaulay, age nineteen. What is the world turning into since a brother now have sex with his very own sister? What an abomination. Citizens are left to wonder what their parents were doing that such atrocity happens in their home but they had no idea.

Author. The Prestige Institute. The sounds of crickets filled the room where Alicia and Patricia were sitting. They kept thinking about all the possibilities to make things right. One thing these two young vampires had in common was, they always have the same peculiar ideas! Note that! Anything that Patty would say was either planned, or thought but Alicia already! They are sisters. We know that. But even Melissa, Catherine and Erica would envy their sisterhood. Looks like I do too. Today was a whole messed up day. Just like how I explained about what happened in the Heatherhalls and Journey Institute, the similar was going to happen here. Or happened already.

Bewildered, I followed him while his hand was intertwined with mine. "Are you not really going to tell me who the visitors are, my valiant?" I asked tenderly as Cretheus began to rain kisses on the back of my hand. He smiled sheepishly. "You'll see soon." He winked as we went to the parlor room. "Congratulations, sister!" As soon as the door opened, I was greeted by my four older sisters named Isabella, Novalie, Seraphina, and Dominixe. They hugged me as soon as they saw me, causing me to giggle and hug them back.

Because we were sisters. “Sister?” I asked. The words leave my mouth and get swept by the wind. I don’t need to wonder if she heard me, I know she did. She comes to a stop and turns to look at me. “Yes, Kacie,” she started, “That’s what we call each other, witches, I mean. There aren’t many of us left anymore and the ones that are out there will stay in hiding. Finding another sister doesn’t guarantee you can stay together and it doesn’t mean they’ll be friendly. It’s rare to find sisters who get along and want to stay in contact. As I explained earlier, it’s safer for us to live alone.”

Talk about awkward. “Hi!” my youngest sister exclaims, jumping up from her seat, blue eyes laser-focused on Quinn. My other two sisters spring up, too, looking to Quinn with interest, and all three of them rush over to where we’re standing in the foyer. “This is Quinn,” I say as they approach eagerly. “She’s not my girlfriend. Don’t make it weird.” I turn to Quinn, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “These are my sisters, Juliet, Jenna and Jade,” I say, pointing to each one. “Mom clearly had a thing for J names.”

I’m assuming Papa or Chesed gave her the rundown on the family tree. “Crista Fayte. And these are my sisters Persephone and Delilah.” She gestured to her sisters as she said their names. “Well, points to Alpha for at least speaking of me to his mate.” Isadora nodded, letting her hand go. “I don’t know if I would give him points. I was caught looking at the display of photographs he keeps in his suite.” Crista shrugged.

“Seriously, Lana, what the fuck are you doing and who are these women?” I wave my hand toward each woman, “These… are my sisters. Let me introduce you to Death, War and Pestilence.” My sisters’ eyes glow with malice as they circle Bree like sharks circling their prey. Bree’s chest heaves as she looks into my eyes, “Please don’t do this, Lana. You’re my sister, and I love─”