Other Sisters Novels & Stories

His stupid self should've been in causal clothings like his shithead of a brother. The salt pepper hair girl at the side of the black hair girl looks tipsy as she drinks straight from the liquor bottle. The bottle is snatched away from her by the black haired girl who seem to be older. "That's enough Sarah, for fucks sake this is mum's wedding and not some club." She scolds her sister. She has a British accent. "Give it right back, what's your business Miranda." The girl whose name is Sarah burps trying to get the bottle from her sister. She too has a British accent.

Anna asked Brian and he nodded “Thanks!” Damian nodded “Don’t mention it!” Brian replied shortly “So, you don’t want to move back here?” I brought the topic again “I had discussed it with Sandra a couple times, but with Sonia, they don’t want to be apart and their job there and many other things….” Damian tried to explain “Ahhh come on!!! You have Fai, me, and I have a bunch of friends here, job is easy one. Right, Fai?” Brian replied Damian “Yeah! Damian, we’re brothers, say what you want, I’ll help!” I told him

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and thei

Despite her answer, her sister knew her too well for that even though they didn't spend much time together. “Not with who here?” Isla inquired with a creased brow, bringing the reality of their presence and the fact of hearing she just said to mind. “Well, um... the thing is~” she stuttered, not knowing how best she could cook up an excuse to save herself.

When Andrea first appeared in his life with her mother, Amelia, Killian hated her. Growing up, he was a small child who got picked on by bigger kids in the neighbourhood. His dislike for his step sister was instant but it took a serious turn when she started bullying him as well. She would push him, laugh at him and make fun of him.

Maybe she's just a teenager, but I want Gretta Mikhaelovich to know I don't care for her, either. No woman with that much male attention could ever be anything but clumsy and stupid. I could tell she loved spending her daddy's money on her pink designer heels. Her sister is wearing sandals. I might save millions by marrying his sister instead. Galena is odd but interesting. If you compare her to her brother, she's amazing; if she stood next to Gretta, she would merge with the wallpaper. This scenario works well for me. I'd rather not have a wife to which all my cousins are attracted.

I called her nickname. Despite being sisters, we could never be more different. In appearance alone we are far from each other. My hair was black like that of a raven's feathers and, unlike my sister's golden brown eyes, mine were green. Maya was full of love and compassion for others. So it's also very easy for other people to love her. It is difficult for me to trust others. I always had my guard up, constantly being careful. Because that's the only thing I know how to protect Maya. “Are you done doing your research?” Maya asked as I sat down inside the gazebo.

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

"No. You always show up. That's not the same thing." I didn't have an answer. Liam leaned against the boards. The metal was cold. Condensation dripped down the glass. "You talked to your sister?" he asked. "Yeah." "How'd it go?" "She didn't forgive me. But she didn't kick me out either." "That's something." "That's what everyone keeps saying." "Because it's true." Liam crossed his arms. "You can't fix everything overnight. You just have to keep showing up." "That's what I'm trying to do."

People now thinks she is the prostitute when the actual prostitute was Basma. " please stop making a deal out of this. I forgot to burn it before we left home " Basma defended herself " Give it to me, I'll burn it myself." Kalthum stretched her hands out to her elder sister " it seems you've forgetting something. You don't get to talk to me like that, I'm still your elder sister " Basma reminded her