Quotes For Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

cute. When I arrived at her place, people were already starting to arrive. Colorful lights were flashing everywhere and loud party music was blasting. She told me she wanted to do a “Euphoria” inspired party. “Happy birthday, my soulmate!” I screamed when I saw her, she ran towards me and I gave her a tight hug! “Ugh, I love you my main bitch.” She said and lightly smacked my butt. I handed her the paper bag I was holding containing my gift for her. “What’s this? Thank you so much!”

Before the event officially began, Rosalia stepped forward and made a speech, thanking everyone for coming and apologizing for worrying them when she’d fallen into a coma three months ago. “Also, as you know, I recently regained my memory and discovered that the woman Alpha Bastian chose to be surrogate for our child is my sister…” She paused, and suddenly every gaze in the room was fixed on me. My cheeks burned, but I managed a small smile, knowing full well why she needed to bring that up. “There were rumors recently that spread among the pack, but I hope that you will forget it and start treasuring her just like how you treasured me,” she added, “She’s carrying the future of this pack, so

“Useless girl! Rotten to the core! I told your mother to get rid of you before you were even born, but no, she had to keep you! Now look at you, stealing from your own brother!” Her words grew sharper, her insults cutting deeper with every syllable. “You’re nothing but trash! Your mother’s the same—running around outside like she has no shame. If my son were still here, I’d have kicked you both out long ago!” she spat, the hatred in her voice unmistakable. Then, as if that weren’t enough, she muttered bitterly, “A girl like you going to an expensive high school? What a joke. All that money should go to my grandson. You shouldn’t even be studying—you should be working to earn for your brother

I feel like we have known all our lives when this is actually the first time we are really hanging out together. “I think we should toast to that” she suggested as she poured herself a glass of wine before topping my glass. She lifted her glass of wine and I raised mine also. “Cheers to soul sisters!” She said loudly “Cheers to soul sisters!” I repeated after her before clinching my glass with her’s before bringing mine to my lips for a sip. The wine tastes exquisite so I find myself draining my glass. “I think I should get start going back to the office” I said checking my wristwatch to see it's past noon already”

Sophia lead the way, her dark eyes glowing with a predatory hunger. “Release them,” I snarled, drawing my blade. The hellfire from my sword flickered, I felt my very energy suppressed by the oppressive atmosphere of the library. Sophia let out a musical laugh that made the hair on my neck stand. “Your little insults won’t work here, honey. We aren’t demons. We are the eternal sisters. And your brothers? They simply lost to our challenge. They couldn’t choose you over the safety of their home. They fell victim to their own flawed characters”.

“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.”

My breath crackles through my mouth, my lungs ceasing to work as I cough. "Un legame di sorella ci lega per parola, sangue e anima," I stutter. Gasping for breath between each word. My head swims, and I feel oxygen-starved. "Un legame di sorella ci lega per parola, sangue e anima," A sister bond binds us by word, blood and soul, she quotes back the words we spoke during a small ceremony we did with one another years ago. "Sì," I nod desperately, imploring her to see sense.

No doubt it was quite difficult to believe. “Okay, I know it sounds ridiculous, but that’s what I’m sticking with. A part of Mike was drawn here and got stuck on the day of the dead because of our sibling bond and… because of my guilt… kind of a curse for not performing my role that night. Now he wants to help me figure out what happened to our parents.” “Wait… so your souls are bound together because you didn’t honor the rituals of some old wise tale?” Nate blurted out in utter disbelief.

Our embrace was a sanctuary, a haven where words were unnecessary, for we spoke the language of hearts entwined. In the cocoon of our shared vulnerability, it was as if I, too, became a beacon of solace for my sister. Our souls danced in silent communion, finding solace in the simple act of holding one another. It was a moment of profound intimacy, a revelation of the depths of our bond.

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through