Secrets Of Sisterhood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Before I could say anything the channel changed into NaGeo wild but it was too late I had seen and heard everything. Valerian looked at me with something in his eyes I couldn't read. "Don't watch that." He said and I nodded before pulling out my phone and blatantly disobeying him. BREAKING NEWS: Selena Fontaine Launches Organization for Betrayed Women. In the wake of her sister's scandal, Selena Fontaine announces the founding of "Sisters Over Shadows"—a support group for women who have been betrayed by those closest to them. It is a true show of support for Elena and other broken hearted women and Selena says that she hopes people can join and support this cause.

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.

when she finds out my extra-curricular activities with her sister behind her back, shit. Suddenly I felt remorse, I know it was wrong for me to have sex with her sister, wrong but damn, I can't get enough of Leysa's luscious body. I really wanted her; I want to claim her, every now and then. I have a lot of fantasies with her, and she is really good at pleasuring a mad man like me, and adding to it that I was the first to enter her narrow cave. I feel so honored and overwhelmed the first time we did it, because I was the first one to explore her tourist-like body and it was damn beautiful and perfect. She is actually a living temptation that any man can dream and fantasize with.

"She’s live now. And the whole goddamn world is watching." I looked down. There she was. Vivian sat in a pool of soft, flattering light, her eyes red-rimmed and her hair a mess of 'I-just-woke-up-crying' waves. The view count at the top was a blur of rising numbers. "...he was my whole life," Vivian’s voice cracked through the tiny speakers. "I went away to heal for him. And I come back to find my own sister in my bed. In my marriage. They kept it a secret because they knew what they were doing was wrong. They knew they were killing me."

The moment I stepped into my room at home, I was brutally yanked by the arm by a small but ridiculously strong hand. "What the hell did you do last night?!" Annabelle's voice was sharp, urgent. I tore free from her grip and shrugged, tossing my bag onto the bed. My sister and I had always been tight—partners in crime growing up, keepers of each other's secrets, accomplices in every harebrained scheme. She was just a year younger than me, which meant we'd gone through pretty much every stage of life together—from getting in trouble for stealing candy out of the pantry to sharing our first sketchy drinks as teenagers. If there was one person in the world who knew every detail about me, it was

Monica laughs lightly. "I am glad that you didn't make the same mistake of hurting your mate." Karen smiles with a hint of pain and guilt in her eyes, "It won't be easy, but it is worth it." "You can talk to us." Lily places her hand over mine, reading my confusion which I am trying to hide, "We all are your sisters and friends. It is not just the brotherhood that runs deep into this club's roots. Even sisterhood is stronger than the blood. We ladies always have each other's back, no matter what."

Luna answered firmly. "What the hell?! You're weird! Grandpa must be senile, setting up my brother with a weird woman like you. You're more like a terrorist in my eyes!" Luna fell silent. This turned out to be what was meant by the writing in the book she was reading. Sister-in-law is the real death! In fact, she had to read a lot of books to prepare her self to live outside with the status of a wife. "I can't show my face. If you want to see my face, I can show it now but you have to keep it a secret!"

It was just rare or more accurately had never happened before, that I got to flirt with someone as hot as Sin -quite literally- and have him flirt back in kind while looking at me like he was two seconds away from tearing my clothes off and taking me on the couch, the bed be damned. I was leading him on and I knew it was wrong. There was no way, no way on planet Earth that I was going to have sex with Sin. One of the unspoken rules of sisterhood was that you do not by any chance, mistake or error sleep with your sister's partner. It didn't even matter that Cath had said it was okay, which up till now still baffled me, I was sure she would eventually come to her senses and then family dinners

The reassurance that she’s always be there to listen to my shit was more than enough for me to feel much secured that there’s always someone there to listen to me. I just couldn’t believe the fact that me and my sister, though still distinctively different in a lot of ways, are much the same in a sense that we are both hiding some skeleton inside each of our closet. We are both putting on an incredible acting skills whenever our parents are around and we both know that we have to be as perfect, as well-raised, as well-mannered and god-fearing right in front of them. With the strict and traditional parents that we have, we kind of subconsciously developed an unspoken connection to keep each o

She knew the importance of trust and authenticity between sisters, yet the fear of causing pain or betraying her sister's trust loomed large. With a deep breath, Vivian resolved to confront the issue head-on. She knew that secrets had a way of surfacing eventually, and she didn't want her sister to discover the truth from someone else. The road ahead seemed daunting, but she knew that facing the consequences of her past actions was the only way to move forward and rebuild the trust that their sisterly bond relied upon. Vivian walked into her office, a space that reflected professionalism and efficiency. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork and shelves lined with neatly organized file