Novel & Cerita Poetry About Sisterhood

"I will sing you a song. Sleep well, okay?" She hummed. Then, close her eyes. Seeing that, warmth flashed across my eyes, accompanied by a complicated emotion that I couldn't name, but I soon composed myself and opened my mouth to start singing. "When the stars form at night. They brighten the world beautifully. But do you know, sister? Even the star isn't as bright as you. Your smile is brighter than the brightest star. Your eyes hold beauty that transcends worlds. Oh, sister, sister, I love you..."

But he has to suffer first, just like what happened to you. Sweet memories of her sister flashed through her mind. Her younger sister was sweet and vulnerable, in contrast to her, who was born to fight. She was always there to defend her if she got into a fight. Because of her sister, she occasionally gets in trouble with boys. She always remembered what their mother told them: You were born to be sisters, coming from the same mother, me. That means you must love and defend one another when I am not present.

Indeed, Katrienair has the best sister in the world. You'll forgive the same demons who burned you day and night in a caged, who killed your spirit every hour, who hung your head on a downward cross, who tried to clear out your race, who threw you into a lake of fire, who ruined your once perfect life. You'll forgive the same demon who killed your parent, who destroyed all you've ever lived for, all for the sake of your sister. Who does that?!

“You are the heir of courage, Liora, just like your ancestors. Brave, fearless, unyielding. You carry their blood and their spirit.” I felt my chest tighten, a lump rising in my throat. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” I said softly. “You gave me hope when everything seemed lost. You taught me that even in chains, the spirit cannot be broken. I… I owe you everything.” The second sister stepped forward, her hand brushing my cheek lightly, warm despite her frailty. “And know this, child of the Moon,” she said, her voice firm but gentle, “we will always guide you. Whenever the road seems impossible, whenever the darkness threatens, our spirits will be with you. You are not alone, ever.”

Even with everything we've been through, we still found our way back. It's true what Shiva Sharma said. A sister is someone who loves you from the heart. No matter how much you argue, you cannot be drawn apart. She is a joy that cannot be taken away. Once she enters your life, she is there to stay. I so love my baby sis.

“Pains and aches and evil things, fly from her on rapid wings, leave my sister’s body, and don’t return. For peace and quiet I yearn for her soul. Surround my sister in her radiant light. Cleanse her power pure and white, Banish forces of the night. This simple wish is mine to cast. A magic spell to dispell the pain of our past. I close my eyes a little shiver, This wish to me now please deliver, My sister hurt a I render her back to dirt.”

"I know, I was the worst sister. I turned fourteen, you were eleven, beautiful in every way, and I was the elder sister, the lesser one. You got the man I wanted, and now, I have him, he's nothing but a shell, who gave his heart to you, and had it broken." "Look Fiona, this is me extending an olive leaf, you can either take it or throw it in the fire, I was a bad sister, I know, why do you think I am here? For years, I looked for home, a friend, wanted bestfriends, craved love, how blind of me, when you, my sister was there."

Together, we were crafting a sisterhood built on love, resilience, and a shared understanding of the battles we fought. And I vowed that no matter what lay ahead, I would stand by her side, ready to support her in every way possible as she continued navigating her journey of rediscovery. After all, we were family now, bound not by blood but by the profound understanding that sometimes love comes in the most unexpected forms.

“You don’t feel like a sister. You feel like a storm.” I smiled back. “That’s what they made me.” Then she tilted her head. “What will you do now?” And I answered with the one truth left to me. “I will build a world where girls like us never have to bleed for a man’s crown again.”

“We? I wonder how many of you take part in this fucked-up gang.” “Plenty.” Her eyes gleam with amusement. “All of us you all bullied in school.” Mira and Jason’s gazes widen. Sandra doesn’t flinch. I lean back in my seat, a grin tugging at my lips. “Seems like the Sisterhood’s bond is strong because of a common enemy.” “It—” Isabelle starts. Benita raises a hand. “Enough!” Isabelle’s lips slam shut. I smirk. “Finally, Madam speaks.”