Other Sisters Novels & Stories

"Fair enough. Ridiculous. But doesn't it strike you as equally ridiculous that all nine of you sisters were born with something wrong?" The sisters exchanged glances. A thoughtful look passed across their faces. All nine of them carried some kind of ailment. They had never examined that fact directly before. Now that it had been placed before them, they considered it and realized it was true. "What are you implying?" Amara asked with a frown. Getting sick was normal. She suffered from migraines, but those were the result of overwork and constant stress. Everyone who worked hard these days got headaches. Hilda was the most hot-tempered of the group and the quickest to speak her mind. "We get

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

“These days, those women giving birth to daughters think they’re much better than us who produced sons. “My older sister just gave birth to a daughter yesterday, and she would not even let me hold her baby. She’s looking down on me for giving birth to a son!” Everyone supported her. “Your older sister is a nasty person. Her bloodline will end with her daughter.” “That’s right, is your older sister insane? She must have a son!” “She’s going to suffer when she’s older. When she gets bullied by others, she’d realize the importance of having a son.”

I said, sprinkling parsley into the bowl, “and I’m starting to call Bianna my sister-in-law.” Bianna turned to me fast. “Ara.” I lifted a brow. “What? I’m just a visionary.” Max stopped running. He turned around, his blue eyes lighting up immediately. “What’s sister-in-law.” “Tio’s girlfriend,” Issa answered automatically, still a little out of breath. Then she turned to Theo and Bianna with an expression of extremely polite disgust. “Ew.” “I hate all of you,” Theo said. “Aww, look at them,” Arianna said immediately.

Her eyes twinkled with delight at the suggestion, and we set to work immediately. "So you not only make hair, you also do nails, huh?” She was so impressed. “Yeah…not a big deal, right?" She huffed. “Of course, it is. Look at Faith here. He is so useless. He's got three sisters but can't get a single thing done for us. And they say guys with sisters have higher tendencies of learning stuff like this. But his case differs. I heard you had a sister. What about her? Did she leave with your mum?"

"Maya, stop slouching. Ayra never slouches. You look like a broken doll." I stared at the reflection, but all I saw was my twin sister. The ivory lace hugged every curve of my body, but it didn't belong to me. Nothing in this room belonged to me. The five-carat pink diamond ring glittering on the velvet tray belonged to my twin sister. The penthouse overlooking the financial district belonged to her.

I said, smiling sadly. My voice sounded broken and I tried to control the tears that came with the memories. “Once upon a time, there were two sisters. Nefari and Neha. They loved each other fiercely and went through the depths of hell together until they decided to escape and live their dream life as Princesses.

Not anymore. Ah, have I told you that The Sisters are responsible for the education in The New Eden? They do, for all young girls and boys in this place to be fully functional adults. Except for one; starting out a baby. It is no secret that the sisters know nothing about things that happen between man and woman behind the closed door. Indeed, it would be even considered insolent and despicable to mention anything about that in their present. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself girls? Talking about a disgusting immoral desire so openly. Did your mother raise you to be a shameless prostitute?" Sister Cecilia once scolded some older girls when she overheard they were talking about the urge within

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

I know what Earnest has told me, but there’s no way to know for sure that what he’s said is true. “I have five younger brothers and two older sisters,” she tells me. She smiles when she mentions them. “What are their names?” I ask her as the first-course ends and the second one begins. “My sisters are Kenna and Brandy. They’re married and live in other packs. My brothers are Christopher, Jeremy, Benjamin, Ryan, and Blake,” she says. “And you’re close with all of your brothers?”