Sister Poems Love Novels & Stories

“Pains and aches and evil things, fly from her on rapid wings, leave my sister’s body, and don’t return. For peace and quiet I yearn for her soul. Surround my sister in her radiant light. Cleanse her power pure and white, Banish forces of the night. This simple wish is mine to cast. A magic spell to dispell the pain of our past. I close my eyes a little shiver, This wish to me now please deliver, My sister hurt a I render her back to dirt.”

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

"I will sing you a song. Sleep well, okay?" She hummed. Then, close her eyes. Seeing that, warmth flashed across my eyes, accompanied by a complicated emotion that I couldn't name, but I soon composed myself and opened my mouth to start singing. "When the stars form at night. They brighten the world beautifully. But do you know, sister? Even the star isn't as bright as you. Your smile is brighter than the brightest star. Your eyes hold beauty that transcends worlds. Oh, sister, sister, I love you..."

I'm not going to live with all this pressure. That release came at a heavy price and was worth what I could afford, and— My hand hurts because someone gripped it so tightly. My body moved away from the fence and was met by two angry blue eyes. "Are you out of your mind?!" As usual, my sister's fiancé can permanently destroy my happy and bad moments. >>>

She and her lover can go to hell, if I care. Another thing I have heard is that love makes people do crazy things. The craziest thing my sister can do right now is throw me under the bus and sell me out to Ejay. I told her about my plans because she is my sister and because I believe in the saying that blood is thicker than water. She might be mad at me, she might be hating me now, and I might be the worst person to her right now, but still, I'm holding on to the thin line of the truth in that saying. She is my blood sister. We are family, no matter what. So, maybe that is enough reason for her to keep my secrets from her gross boyfriend? Would she really value whatever she feels for that ch

I wasn't certain if that gave her honor or if that made her a lesser human than I expected her to be. I did not love her. The bond between us was natural for our kind but it was not one of love. To truly love someone, you had to spend enough time with them. You had to get to know them, every dark, tainted bit of their soul, and still love them completely. The love should be effortless. You should be open, a place of safety, a warm embrace in time of need. I could never be that. I could never give her that. Not the way the man she chose could. Loving my sister brought me to the place I was today. I couldn't love anyone else. Especially not romantically.

He really needs to realise that and get over it. "And what do you intend to achieve with my sister?" I asked, raising an eyebrow up. "Love, I have to make your sister fall in love with me and if she doesn't. I will let her go back to your father." Love they say is like a remote that controls the heart, once it hits you straight in the heart. Some buttons get activated in you, and you start doing stuffs you don't think you can't do. Love is far away from me and I never wish to experience it. I don't do love and love doesn't do me.

"I won't oppose your sentiment because I'm not you. But please remember that you're not alone in this battle. Count on us forever, my sister. And for us, you are a blessing from the Moon Goddess, and your fate won't stop us from bestowing you the love and protection you deserve." Those were enough to pacify my blazing heart, warm and full of affection, and calmed me considerably. Even if my sister couldn't solve the problem— she might not ever have the time to— she was here now to give me reassuring words and a hug. So I leaned in to return it.

"Me too - Fuck! Sis, I'm gonna c*m too." Tara's heart pounded. Her nerves thundered. Her p*ssy quaked. She felt her brother's c*ck, his beautiful c*ck, jabbing deep inside her, sheathing inside her so perfectly, so completely. She'd always loved her brother, from the moment he was born she loved him. But now her love grew beyond what she ever imagined it could be. She loved her brother like a sister shouldn't. Like she always wanted to, deep down.

my sister asked, sticking her head into my room and looking around at the disaster zone. “You’re impossible to talk to about this stuff,” I grumbled. If Valeri read anything at all, it was probably scientific journals or textbooks. I turned toward her and thought for a second. “Tell me something, Valeri. Does this thing everyone keeps calling love really make people lose all common sense and whatever dignity they have left?” My sister lifted an eyebrow and walked farther into the room. “If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.”