Shred Sisters A Novel Novels & Stories

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

I groaned. She looked deliriously happy to take every one of those thrusts. I stopped thrusting and we both looked toward the doorway when we heard my sister's voice. "Damn, are you two still at it?" she asked, shaking her head in disbelief. Sherry was only partially covered by the sheet, and I knew my sister could see everything when I grinned at her and took three more long, deliberate strokes into Sherry's tight asshole. Sherry was watching my sister's face when I did it, and she was blushing when she turned to look at me.

She whispered her mother’s name. Vivienne. Then her grandmother’s. Elise. And then her own. Letting the Grove remember. Letting it rest. Cara stood a short distance away, eyes wide, lips parted as if she might speak—but she didn’t. She simply stared at the ground, then at the shard, then at her sister. When the last handful of earth covered the glass, the willow’s branches stirred with a wind that hadn’t existed a second before. A whisper. Three voices.

A long, exhausting day had taken its toll, and Clara drifted off to sleep almost immediately. … Back at the rented apartment, uninvited guests had arrived. "This is the place. The jewelry and clothes those women have are worth a fortune." "My sister took one of their diamond rings and sold it for millions." There were four of them, black stockings pulled over their faces. Judging by the way they spoke, the leader was the landlord's younger brother. "That's right. These are the Chamberlain sisters, the ones who crossed the Draconox Archon. We clean them out completely, and nobody's going to speak up for them."

Images of how happy she was when she first mentioned she had them for boyfriends come to my mind and I flinch like I’ve been stabbed by a poker to the ribs. Everyone labelled her a slut for being nineteen and having five boyfriends, I hated it too but I didn’t question it. She said they treated her right. Like the princes our mother used to read to us when we were kids. Watching them now, being in their space for the first time, I see where my sister went wrong. These men were not her princes. These men aren’t human, they are monsters. I know that because Tatum Rhodes, the eldest, the star, the forward of the Mallow Reapers, smiles at me like my sister’s death is just overtime on the ice.

Till I lost count - I guess. The room started spinning slowly. My thoughts grew thick and fuzzy, but the hurt was still there, throbbing-but far away. How could he do this to me? I expected betrayal from men eventually… but not him. And especially not just few weeks after saying “I do.” This is premium betrayal. And Lila… she was supposed to be my sister. I slammed the empty glass down. No. I was done being the victim. Done crying over people who didn’t give a fuck about me.

But I crossed the room anyway, my legs numb, my hands steady despite the shaking in my chest. Alice's body. Face-flat in the lake. Her hair fanned out around her like dark wings. The water murky, almost black. Her arms floating at odd angles, disconnected from the girl who had once used those arms to hug me, to hold me, to pull me out of my own darkness. I covered my mouth with both hands, but the sound escaped anyway,a small, wounded noise that didn't belong to Nova James or Alexa Lean. It belonged to the orphan girl who had just lost her sister all over again.

I narrowed my eyes to view it clearly. I gasped shockingly, and the kind of pain that hit against me was an unfathomable one. My hands suddenly turned cold, and it shook like a scared baby mouse. What did I just see? Jamilah's death? I dropped the book first, and checked the other one. It wasn't Jamilah's book. It was from Ace. It had the words, "My Sister," written on it. What was going on?

Almost all of my belongings belong to the shelter. A few years ago, I exchanged the silk piece of fabric in which I was found for a book on medicine and a couple of cheap trinkets, among which was a chain with a four-leaf pendant, which is a symbol of our small town. I threw a tattered shirt and a battered dress into the bag, I don’t think Clarissa will get poorer from this, but I need to wear something, at least at first. Books and my student notebook lay on top. Taking one last look at the place that replaced my home, I looked regretfully at my friend's made bed. We never talked, I hope she doesn't hold a grudge against me. Only now the thought occurred to me that all this time I had put h

Something was pinching me, making it difficult for me to breathe, but it only lasted moments. Sharra screamed. "My hand. I can't feel my hand. What have you done?" Sweat beaded at my brow as I shook off what happened in Snow's time. My sister, Sharra had tried to kill her, which ticked me off. But I couldn't be concerned with that now. I had to focus on ending the altercation with Titan. "I'm going to kill you slowly, you sick, twisted creature." "Silindra, you're making a grave mistake."