Novel & Cerita Poetry About Sisterhood

My hands are the same dark as my sisters. " Well then you should say the same thing to my sister as well because at least she has a partner unlike me," my sister said and a hint of jealousy was evident in her voice. I understand why so. She's no different than me. We both sisters are stupid because she fell for those men who don't value us not even as a human.

“It’s not ridiculous. Don’t you want to meet somebody new? Even if it’s not your mate, I’m so over seeing the same boys every single day. Sure, they’re technically men now, but we’ve known them literally our entire lives! It’s hard to see them as a real partner, when you’ve also seen how inane and immature they can be.” Cassie gave her sisters a sly smile, “Did you see how disappointed Randolph was when we turned 18 and none of us were their mates?” Evelyn snorted and Nora agreed grimly. “This is what I mean, thank the moon goddess that none of us were fated to their miserable asses. I’m not yearning to leave our pack, just to leave the same people and the same situations that we deal with

We learned to know each other many years ago And in those days I was your sister and only best friend We never could have been a couple, you and me But still I do the best I can To make your sheets alive and fill the space up Napahinto siya sa pag-abante dahil tama naman ito, magkaibigan sila at tinuring na magkapatid ang isat-isa ngunit dahil halos perfekto na ito ay naisip nilang kunan siya ng isang bagay lamang---ngunit ang isang bagay na ito ang naksira sa kanyang sarili habang buhay at hindi a kailanman malilinis. That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare We make your sheets alive and fill the space up That all t

On it was a line I had written a long time ago. "Spring, it turns out, is not something you wait for, but something you walk toward with your own two feet." I looked up at Tyler. In his eyes, there was only me. Fluffball padded across the grass behind us, her bell ringing softly. I held Tyler's hand tighter and walked toward the sunlight.

As the raindrops painted intricate patterns on the windowpane, Sister Mary's presence became a portrait of empathy, her embrace a refuge for a heart battered by life's tempests. In that moment, amidst raindrops and teardrops, Kiara found solace in Sister Mary's embrace. The sacred connection between two souls, and the healing power of shared vulnerability, became a testament to the beauty that could be found even in the midst of life's most challenging chapters.

It’s nоt hеr fаult, but I ѕtіll саn’t help thіnkіng I’m оn my own out hеrе. Sіѕtеrѕ саn’t еvеn hаvе each other’s backs оn the ѕtrееt, bесаuѕе of hоw druggеd we аrе. If wе’rе ever gоіng tо bе rеѕсuеd, it’s gоіng tо hаvе tо be me whо dоеѕ thе саll fоr hеlр.

“I ask that you cast your gaze upon my sister, what fate does the great weaver weave?” As I await the reply, I notice the silence. No calls from the insects, frogs, and toads. No rustling leaves from small mice and reptiles. No fluttering of feathers from owls or nightingales. The stillness and absence of life is unnerving. A land where only spirits should roam. Only stars in the sky, no moon looking upon us. “A sister made of the dirt, no scent of the sea.” The hissing harmony of several voices sounds. “A sister to others, unknown to me.”

Womanhood is suppose to stand for each other, one for all and all for one. How would my own sister take away my marriage from me if truly it is one for all and all for one. It wasn’t if I were dead and his morning my death. No it wasn’t so. I was alive and still alive now, still breathing the same air as she. Ha ha! Ha ha!! What about him the so called man she had taken away from me, I had slowly sent him to his early journey to his maker. I guess they should be having a peace talk or a cast into the lake of fire if there was one that is real as I was taught by the missionaries of the time.

the woman announced, her voice ringing out in the silence, "this is Selena, the one we have been waiting for." The girls murmured amongst themselves, their gazes locked on me. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling like a specimen under a microscope. But as I looked closer, I realized that there was something different about these women. They had an aura of power around them, a strength that seemed to emanate from within. "Selena," the woman continued, "these are your sisters in the Sisterhood of the Moon. Like you, they possess ancient powers that have been passed down through generations." I stared at them, trying to wrap my mind around this new information. "You mean... they're like me? They ha

I would've died if a colleague of mine hadn't come looking for me when I couldn't be reached. When I regained consciousness, I told Mom what happened. All she said was, "The fact that Amy treated you that way goes to show just how much of a failure you've been as a sister. You must've pissed her off with the things you said. Otherwise, why would she hate you so much?" All at once, I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy pool of water. I was chilled to the bone. "Even if I'd been the worst sister alive, did that give Amy the right to kill me?"