Sister Poems Love Novels & Stories

It’d never be right. “I love Raven far too much to rip her apart,” I said as I removed his hand from my cheek. “I’m sorry, but I will not crush her heart, no matter if I can ever see her again or not. That is a sister’s love. A bond that cannot be broken even in distance and death, and a bond I will not break.” “Freya, please…”

“I’ve loved you. I’ve always loved you. But all you ever saw in me was a sister, not a lover.” Her words make my mind spin. I feel unsteady on my feet. I can’t believe these words just left her lips. “How can…how can you say that? How can you think that way? We’re siblings. We were raised as brother and sister.” “You were never a brother to me,” she replies as she shakes her head, an unhinged look entering her eyes. “Not ever. I always knew that we’d end up together. Our stories are proof of that. You defended me when no one else would. If that isn’t love, what is it? You say you love her more than anything in the world but what about me?”

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

“She’s coming for me.” “The sister she loved is gone… and the sister she fears is finally on her way.”

With a chuckle, Sonnet said, "Wow, you’ve thought of everything! Well, even if I leave the house, would you get his property? You aren’t even sure if he would fancy you. Why do I keep hearing him say that he just sees you as his little sister?" The word "sister" irritated Lovey.

She has been drinking. “He doesn’t love you. A man who loves you could never have slept with you when you were just a child,” I whisper, letting the tears fall from my eyes. “Love? What do you know about love?” She asks, “Don’t talk about things you can’t understand, Sasha.” She pushes me away from her face, then goes to stand by the table. “I know what love is.” I shot back, getting to my knees. “Love is a little girl risking everything to help her sister get her wounds treated. Love is a sister making sure—”

“Sister, how could you? To wound me so before them, when I have only ever loved you!” Her words trembled like fragile glass. But her eyes.…her eyes burned with venom. The nobles shifted, uneasy. Some glanced at me, some at her. A choice unspoken hung between us. I rose slowly, my gaze sweeping the hall. “Love, dear sister, is not measured in words. It is measured in deeds. And deeds leave stains. Stains on hands, stains on hearts… stains that no veil can hide.” I did not name her guilty. I did not call her a serpent. But the implication slithered through every ear present.

"I won't be the one to come between you two, I don't want to be hated by my sister and especially have that unborn child hate me for breaking its parents up." Daniel separated my hands from my face and cupped my cheeks, lifting my face so I was looking up at him, he wiped my tears with a sigh . "Jennifer, I'm not going to be able to get over you, not anytime soon..." I moved my face from his hands and turned to look at the side, not wanting to meet his gaze. "We should go back home, we are in someone's yard. Daniel, what we feel for each other is nothing but sexual attraction, which we can get from just about anybody, you focus on my sister and raise your new family." I looked up at him one

"You're so witty! Surely the Mother Superior would never contemplate such things." "I'm sure she wouldn't," agreed Sister Love, absentmindedly running her hand down the back of her neck and onto her breast. Sister Divine, sitting right next to her blushed as a spasm of desire ran through her. Sister Love noticed her deep redness. "Oh. Sister. What is it?" she asked placing a comforting hand on Sister Divine's arm. "Sister Love. Sister Love. I don't know," she confessed, bowing her head. "It's just that when I'm with you, I have these thoughts... They're wrong, I know. But they come to me. You're so very beautiful."

She waves at me and then she’s gone. I realize in that moment that I love my sister with all my heart but I don’t want or need her in my life. I harbor no bad feelings towards her but I’m happier without my family. I love the life I have far from them. I’ll be there if the ever need anything but I don’t want to see them often. I’m happy as I am and that’s okay. The end