Other Sisters Novels & Stories

She spins her head from me to my sisters, then back to me. “Wait. What? Fated mate? Sister? Am I stuck in a Calvin Harris song? Can you fill me in?” Sage says with disbelief and confusion in her tone. I let out a big breath and push off the counter. “Emmy, how about you close the door?” After learning how Justin creeped on me the night of the full moon, I’m not taking chances with my door being open for others to hear these conversations. “Sage, these are my sisters: Emmy, Saph, Pearl, and Amy.” I gesture to each of my sisters, saying Amy’s name with a little annoyance. She’s always lacked a filter. She’s similar to Sage in a lot of ways. They are even the same size. Must be a short-person t

Seeing my confusion, Lilly said, “Hi Lena, sorry to appear as though we are ambushing you because, we aren’t, honestly we aren’t. I just thought you guys should all meet. These are my two sisters, Leah and Julie.” “Sisters? You mean like Sorority sisters?” I asked confused. The girl, Leah, I think her name was, laughed and said, “No not sorority sisters, we are biological sisters, triplets actually.” The girls were not identical, and the only thing that was the same about them appearance wise was their shade of blonde hair, Julie and Leah had green eyes, whereas Lillie’s eyes were a beautiful deep shade of blue.

Her steady golden eyes lingered on my face. "I wonder who you take after. You look so beautiful, you know that?" she whispered. I couldn't help smiling in the dark. "Not as beautiful as you are," I said, but Ana snorted. "Did you know I was the ugliest among my siblings?" "I don't believe it," I said. "My sisters were all beautiful," Ana said. "They liked to tease us a lot when we were young." "Us?" "Me and Alex," Anastasia said. "We were called the Little Pair back then. We used to play together and shared each other's room. My older sisters, Tataina and Olga were the Big Pair. They didn't like me, but they didn't mind Alex much."

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Tabitha said in a small voice. "I saw what you did back there. You saved him but allowed him get away without paying the price. Why?" Lord Krishna asked in an echoing voice. "I was... confused my Lord. He called me... Elizabeth?" "And you believed that! That was only a plot to get away!" Lord Krishna thundered. "He sounded like he knew me! Does he?" Tabitha pressed on. "Does it make any sense? You were given birth to here together with your eleven sisters who are all out on missions as well. Go back and fullfil yours, Tabitha."

She sighed and shook her head, silently asking me to continue. "They weren't only well-known for their beauty, but for their unity as well. People called them the inseparable sisters, and that was what they were. But as they grew, one surpassed the other in popularity and charm. She was doted on and loved by all the young alphas and princes, including those in the highest positions. She received gifts daily from men and women who admired her charm, but the other sister received nothing. The other one never bothered. She always had the thought that one day, people would recognize her charm as well, but as months grew into years, she realized that she was only loved because of her sister's cha

she said, eyes closed and head down. “Why are you embarrassed?” Alaric said. “You guys have always been like my brothers. Sisters aren’t supposed to moan uncontrollably when their brothers tickle them.” “We haven’t thought of you as a sister for a long time. Not since you grew those boobs you say are useless,” Kai said. “Should we see how useless they are?”

“What? It’s not often that I see my mom and aunt in their element.” “Okay, explain that to me, because no offence, you guys don’t look like each other, and Cora mentioned something about not having a family,” I ask. “That’s bullshit. Yes, we are!” The blonde, I mean, Stephanie, angrily pipes up. “In our Tribe, we’re sisters from the day we breathe our first breath until our last. Theodora, Melody, and I raised, trained, and loved Corinna, Gia, and Maya as if they were our own.”

Over by the apiary, a female in a white suit and veil is smoking the bees. Another female, Wrenlee’s sister, Annabel, is perched on an overturned bushel basket, picking peas. Their youngest sister, Laney, sits nearly in the grass, shelling the peas and popping at least every other one in her mouth. “Hello, sisters,” I call. They both wave. They’re still shy of me and the other males, but they don’t smell of fear anymore, and that’s a blessing.

Needing people and making the need look like an invitation. She thought about growing up alongside her. Two sisters in a small apartment in Kyiv, sharing a bedroom that was too small and a life that was big enough anyway. Anna always more polished, more certain, more everything — or seeming so, which Irina now understood was not the same thing at all. Anna constructing the composed version of herself so thoroughly and so early that even the people closest to her had started to mistake the construction for the person. She thought about Zara. About the call.