Poetry On Sisterhood Novels & Stories

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

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.

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

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 top of the world. But, well, her nature is getting annoying." I laughed briefly. Jealous of his younger sister who had come with him. She was already a ticking time bomb. Talking all the time, and very extra. I love her, and the passion that is always in her. Envy that she's so free to do whatever even though she's in the same type of family as me. Even now that she has her own brand, apparently her family frees their women to be creative. I've never been jealous of anyone more than her. She was every version of me that I wanted. At my age, which is no longer young, I am even still my parents' puppet ready to be toyed with at any time. I should have been able to achieve a lot by now, alt

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.

“ We will be sisters, soon.” A fact Hidi seemed to have to keep reminding her of. But Bratha crossed her arms. “Only in the name” Bratha huffed, before her eyes grew distant. “ and even that is questionable.” “Mama,” Hidi cautioned, eyeing the maids to see who was listening. Though, Bratha didn’t care. She didn’t mind letting out the secret. But Hidi was. Ana was a sister to her, a friend even. A much better friend than Lady Poole, certainly. The woman had completely been a disappointment to her.

Saari umar humein sang rehna hai Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Yash sing......... Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai Vihaan sing......... Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai They all had tears in their eyes while their sweet little sister went to a deep slumber. They wiped their tears. They all kissed her forehead one by one and went out from her room, making sure not to disturb her. The bond of a brother and sister is always special. It is one of the best relationships as compared to relationships we share with all other people. The connection between a brother and a sister is a lifelong connection with everlasting memorie

Mom cut her off, "Like what? Jenna had it rough her whole life, so what's the harm in letting her use Heidi's wedding to fulfill a dream?" Dad nodded too. "Heidi, don't be so petty. It's not like Jenna is trying to steal your thunder." Jenna lowered her eyes, her rims reddening slightly. "Clifton, maybe we should just forget it. I'm afraid the guests might get the wrong idea." Clifton smoothed out the hem of her dress for her. "They won't. If anyone gets the wrong idea, I'll explain to them. You just focus on looking beautiful." I stood in a corner where the light couldn't reach me and suddenly didn't feel like fighting anymore. Anything I fought for would just be taken away by them the very

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"