Romans & histoires Other Sisters

"I'm sorry for causing you all trouble. This is a family matter and shouldn't be taken up in public, but my mother's actions have made me really worried about misunderstandings about our hotel. We only charge normal room rates and haven't overcharged our guests a single penny." Seeing this, the onlookers could not help but comment. "I've seen people favor sons over daughters, but I've never seen anyone favor the older sister over the younger." "Gosh, how can the mother and older sister be so shameless? All these years, the younger sister has been the one financially supporting the family, treating them to meals and so on, yet the mother insists on giving credit to the older sister, who feels

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

There was no answer. I turned to look at the first girl I saw, "hey have you seen my sister- Sarah anywhere?" I wondered, knowing that I didn't know who she was so there was a high chance she didn't know who I was. "She's still getting her makeup done over there." She pointed at a group of women and I realised they were trying to work on her hair and face at the same time. "Thank you," I smiled at her and went to meet my sister. "Sarah," I stood in front of her, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand what the definition of a small wedding is." I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time.

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

— I ask softly, and when Arina doesn't react, I insist: — Real mothers. My sister understands instantly. I can see her holding her breath. — No… That… it can't be… We are daughters of the Goddess… I turn the book over so she can see it herself, then I go to another one. Saren. Gabriel. Darba. Ruena. Tyldi. I think this session is recent. Down must be me and my Sisters. The oldest ones must be on top. Without thinking I start looking for the book with my name on it.

"What is that?" "Remember the name of the store? Diwata's?" "Yes." "Well, that name is in honor of my three sisters and me. My hubby cat has three other brothers, and I have three other sisters. Curiously enough, his brothers married my sisters. The four brothers are very peculiar, and I guess that makes us very peculiar too. My three sisters and I are some kind of faerie. But we don't give magickal food to people, and only one of us four is mischievous and likes to tease visitors and people in general.

As Seraphina and I stood in the dim room, the air thick with anticipation, I turned to her, my confusion evident. “Why are they calling you ‘sister’? Do you know them?” I repeated the same question subconsciously. Seraphina smiled gently, her eyes softening at me, “Edna, that's just how witches refer to each other. It's a term of kinship, not necessarily a familial connection. I don't know them but all witches are sisters.”

I walked over to them to take their orders when I finally noticed who they were. They called themselves the Blue and Blonde sisters. I knew because we all attended the same school. I just called them the B and B sisters, which stood for Bimbo and Bitchy sisters. They were a group of five friends who all had blonde hair and blue eyes that made them look like quintuplets. I'm not even joking, they practically all looked alike because they even dress the same way. Among them was Cherry Adams, the snobbiest of them all and the apparent leader of their group. Her long blonde hair fell over there shoulder, doing nothing to cover her breasts that were practically pouring out from her dress. She was

"It was a lot of words, and they kept blurring together so I just decided to go to bed and wing the whole meeting." Zypher shook her head at me even though she was smiling. "I understand you. I suffered that when I was still leaving with 'the sisters'. I had to read up on files for upcoming missions. It was hectic." "Sisters? You sound like a bunch of witches or something like that. Do you guys have like a sisterhood of some sorts?" "Yeah. It's a sisterhood for abused women who went through a lot." That piqued my interest. "Explain to me how everything works."