Sister Poems Love Novels & Stories

It shattered with a loud crack. Sofia screamed again. "You're destroying everything!" "Exactly!" I shouted. "Everything you've built on lies!" I grabbed a photo album from the shelf and ripped it apart. Pages flew everywhere, memories I had thought were real now nothing more than untrue photographs of an untrue life.

There is no way I would give sense to love in my heart; love is a weakness that makes one vulnerable and leads to their death, as they would turn soft and would easily be gotten by the enemy. I used to think love was a beautiful thing; I thought it would make one feel complete and always happy, but I was wrong; completely wrong as I watched people die in the arms of those they loved.The person you loved so much could easily connive with the enemy to end your life for money or authority. That was what happened to my beloved sister, my only sister, whom I cherished so much. I have a sister named Vee who died a painful death at the hands of the man she gave her heart to and trusted with everyth

“Sister, I called her. She stared at me surprisingly. I loved you. “Don't call me your sister. I am never a sister to a bitch. She cried out, stay away from me. You took everything away from me. “I never did. We are family and I love you, sister. I said. “We loved you. Father finally broke his silence. I never hate you. I love you, as well as your sister, and about Aiden, he is never yours. He is not your mate, and you can never force him to love you, or claim you. Only your mate can claim and mark you. Aiden Mark on you will lead to your death since he is not your fated one. I don't want you to feel hostility toward your sister because of this, please. I am begging you, daughter.

I take her in my arms, I hold her against me, I hold her the way you hold your sister, your family, your life, your heart, your soul, everything you have, everything you are, everything you will be, and I tell her, in a voice I want to be that of the sister, of the one who is there, who does not leave, who does not flee, who does not abandon, who does not forget, who loves, who loves enough to stay, to fight, to be there, to say "I am here, I am here, I am here, no matter what happens, no matter what you do, no matter what you say, no matter what you choose, I am here, I will always be here, because you are my sister, because I love you, because I will never love anyone the way I love you, y

"I know, I was the worst sister. I turned fourteen, you were eleven, beautiful in every way, and I was the elder sister, the lesser one. You got the man I wanted, and now, I have him, he's nothing but a shell, who gave his heart to you, and had it broken." "Look Fiona, this is me extending an olive leaf, you can either take it or throw it in the fire, I was a bad sister, I know, why do you think I am here? For years, I looked for home, a friend, wanted bestfriends, craved love, how blind of me, when you, my sister was there."

Marissa stepped closer to Xander, a red blush dusting her cheeks. Dad and Mom immediately straightened up, their posture stiff and awkward. "Damn, looks like the Lipton family hit the jackpot this time! How did Marissa find such a handsome and rich boyfriend?" "I'm so envious! They sure are lucky." "Marissa has always been the more emotionally intelligent of the two sisters, so is it any surprise that her parents love her more? Now that she's gotten herself such an extraordinary boyfriend, how could Yelena possibly compare?"

"I loved him, and then you came along. You ruined everything." I swallowed hard. She leaned closer, her voice like poison "You should not feel something for your sister's first love. It's immoral." I shivered, swallowing as I met her gaze. She smiled. "Sleep well little sister." Then, she left.

Swiftly, Isla appeared right in front of her sister, almost closing the distance between them. "He hurt me," Orla answered, dropping her head. She couldn't stare into her sister's face. She lacked that courage, she couldn't even help her when she was in danger, she didn't deserve to be called a sister. "And what do you think love is all about? All sweet and roses without thorns? Huh?" Hands joined together, she shook her head, smiling sheepishly at her twin. "I don't know, Isla. Maybe I don't know what love means." She shrugged in defeat, daring to stare into her sister's face.

His eyes flashed with anger, his face was grim, unsightly “Do you know what you are talking about? We've been planning this flawlessly for so many years. This is a good opportunity for us to take revenge for our sister. Have you forgotten how your sister died? It's puzzling.” A feeling of pain flashed through, and the image of Khanh An ran through my memory. Her love and affection make me so happy. Feeling the pain of the day she left made me hate even more, I hated myself. But perhaps love always makes both my sister and I fall in love, even though we hate to the bone, but love is bigger than that.

I make myself comfortable on the sofa and she makes her dreamy face. —Love is loving the other unconditionally. Feeling that deep feeling of protection, those tickles in her stomach every time she laughs, wanting to take a picture of her smile to see her for the rest of her life and hug her tight when her eyes look sad, feeling the sadness of her as yours She can love anything, not just a partner, it can be a friend, a mom, a dad, a dog, or a brother. As is my case, sister" she looked at me and her brown eyes sparkled. The love of my life is my sister. I love her very much and would give her all for her.