Sister Feet Story Novels & Stories

My father, Marcello, and my mother, Valeria, held her close. Vivian wore that diamond-covered gown. The hem shimmered under the lights. She coughed twice. A deliberate, weak sound. Her face was pale. "Mamma, Papa, is my sister really okay?" Vivian's voice was soft, with just the right touch of a whine. "I think I heard her crying about a headache... It's so cold in the cellar. Will she be okay?" "Forget her." Mamma Valeria stroked Vivian's face, brushing her soft, blonde hair from her forehead.

she said, with the specific acceptance of a child filing information and moving on. She looked back at Irina. Still crouched. Still eye level. "My mummy talked about you," Zara said. Irina went very still. "She did?" she said carefully. "She told me about you," Zara said. "She said you were her sister. She said—" Zara paused. Thinking. The specific concentration of a child recalling something they'd been told and wanting to get it right. "She said you were the person who always showed up." The arrivals hall went quiet.

He raised his voice and said, “You’re just jealous we bought Daffie a house! “You’re capable. You could make it on your own. Shouldn’t an older sister know how to share?” I laughed, but tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. “I’ve been sharing for over twenty years! I shared my childhood, I shared my youth, and now I’m supposed to give up the love and fairness I actually deserve?”

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

My younger sister. On 1987 when the weather was cold and everything was frozen with snow, I and my little sister went out for a walk. The walk was so long that we forgot our way back home. She started panicking and crying, while I on the other hand kept consoling her. Everything’s going to be okay. I told her. She nodded at me rubbing her tears. I was scared myself; I had no idea where we came or where we were! Suddenly a strong breeze blew both me and my sister away. Distancing us from each other. I tried going to her side, but the cold had now started to make me feel dizzy. She didn’t move. Her body was lying on the snow and the more I tried to go closer to her, the breeze kept pushing me

she called out to her younger sister. "No. I want to go this way. It will be quicker and look at these flowers," the younger sister said dipping her head to smell the poisonous flower. "Sister no!" The eldest cried out. "I will see you on the other side," the youngest one said and went on into the path. The eldest sister spent days walking through the path. She fell and scraped her knees on the harsh surface. The path offered her no mercy but it did make her stronger. When she finally reached the garden she was exhausted but refused to rest till she found her younger sister.

“Brother Donnie, Thought I can't compare with my elder sister, but why can't I compare with that shameless girl inside your paint house?” I conceded defeat if compared to my sister, but the rural girl from Sicily wants to climb over my head? Never. She thought. She saw that Adonis was not saying anything so she decided to act along. Still sitting on the floor she smirks and decided to cry. “Brother Donnie, I... Sprained my ankle,” she cries bitterly. Adonis turn in shock and carried her up. “You...” She looks deep into Adonis's eyes. “Brother Donnie, will I be like my sister?”

I told her about the whole conversation we had with dad, and she was disappointed because they still allowed me to be dad despite what happened. I was speechless while watching how Ate Fayra would convince me not to try anymore. She said she doesn't want me to lose him, maybe because I'm out of luck. It's negative, but maybe that's what will happen if I'm stupid. "Are you pregnant?" suddenly became a question because her mood changed when she saw my red soles. She was very happy while pricking my foot. My sister, Fayra, snorted while hitting me. I winced because of that. The toasted bread she ordered arrived just in time because she said she was hungry. In fact, we just had lunch, but here s

Her sister, Ursula had such a dead and blank look on her eyes. ‘Such a defeated look.’ Luntian noted with a hint of sadness. And even though she had no soul, still Luntian can see that her sister was lost. Broken. The old Shaman tried to walk closer to her sister, as foolish as she thinks of it. Feeling the cold floor against the soles of her feet, she walked barefoot on the bloody floor. Tainting the clean parts with her bloody foot, and the ground looked like it had been stamped. Luntian pauses every few steps to wriggle her toes, as if she was a criminal getting away from murder. Trying to escape.

Lydia walked toward me, her eyes red. "Jennifer, please stop making this so hard on Harvey. You're the only one he loves. This baby is just to carry on the McKinzie family line. Once it's born, I'll leave. I promise." She paused and glanced down at her own feet. My heart clenched. The next second, she pitched forward and tumbled straight down the steps. Someone yanked at me. My lower back slammed into the corner of the railing. Pain shot through me so hard I couldn't breathe.