Sister Poems Love Novels & Stories

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.”

She cried, “I can’t bring myself to say it but, I love her, I love my sister.” Sister? “That is why if saddling at least one of her misery could lead her back to who she once was, I will gladly hold on onto that hope than let her die, and never again…” she panted for breath as her sob is getting deeper. “… never again will she bloom.”

It was because of this email that I learned about all the struggles my family had gone through over the past year. [Back then, we always said you were the strong one and that you could handle anything. Daphne was delicate; she needed looking after. So we gave her everything. We gave her all our attention and money, forgetting that you were our child too. We forgot that you also needed to be loved, and to be supported. [You must’ve felt so heartbroken on that day you saw your sister’s post. I’m only now starting to understand. It took me this long. And now it’s too late.

Words "How can I love that sister of mine who went against everyone to marry that rich asshole who raped me. How can I love that mother who was there and did nothing. How can I love that father who said keep your mouth shut and live silently or tell me Vicktor tell me how can I love that brother. Who actually isn't my brother but given gift of your rapist brother Samuel!!!!! " she spoke her words as I -

"You are very smart Harol but you ain't as smart as to persuade me to like you. I hate you and I will forever do." "You hate me and I know you do,but you don't know how much I love you. I know it sounds like I am selfish and don't want anything for my sister but trust me, I won't harm anyone.. All I want is you... The truth is that my sister never liked you, she doesn't like you at all. She hates you so much that if she found a poison, she could poison you. She told me this herself, just steer clear of her because she is a green snake under the green grass."

she's saying that he was the love of her life! "Hold on sister, do you know him so well? I mean... do you love him?" "What can I say sister. I'm in love. This man is the love of my life. I love him."Sara said which brought tears in her sister's eyes. "After such a long time...my sister has finally relearned to love again! Snatching the love of her life would leave her shattered. No, I won't allow it to happen."Aurora thought in realization before she ran to the scene where Andie had held his sword to stab Jann but before he could realize, he had already stabbed his wife Aurora who chose to sacrifice her life for her sister's happiness.

I took a large gulp of my drink and looked at my sister and my husband sitting in front of me. “What is love but a four letter word to describe a deep attraction to someone else on a level that far surpasses the physical plane. Love can be used to describe your feelings towards another person: whether it’s intimate love, brotherly love, sisterly love, parental love, or friendly love.” I said calmly as I took another drink of my whisky. Victoria smiled widely as she attempted to hold Ace's hand on the table, causing him to smack her hand and pull away. “My darling sister,” I said sarcastically as I locked eyes with her. My husband started smirking, knowing what was about to come.

My sister still loves me. What else could I possibly need?

My sister spoke and I could not help but feel a pang of jealousy. How easy it is for some people to get everything in life so easily. Loving parents, love, beauty everything. Someone said it right, loving can hurt. Loving can make you lose yourself. It is a painful loop of a vicious cycle that no one can make it out of. And that is what I am feeling, sorrow, about losing my everything. My life, my love, my soul, my everything. Taking the hand of my beloved sister who I love so much, I handed it to the person who was supposed to be mine but still did not even give a single glance to me.

there is audacity behind the texture of her tone as she finishes the question. “At some point in my life, Sister, I had experienced to fall in love with someone whom I thought to be the man who would make me realize the essence of true love, who promised to give me the joy to be loved despite my imperfections.” My eyes are watered with tears and slowly wet my cheeks. I dig my hand inside my pocket and immediately wipe the dew from my face.