Sister Poems Of Love Novels & Stories

"You’re my sister, and nothing will change that. But Athena is the woman I love. You need to accept that." "And what happens when she leaves you like everyone else did?"

"Sis, I can't sleep. Can I stay here?" "Sis, why does Papa hurt you like this? It shouldn't be like that. If I could take away your pain, I would." "Sis, I'm so happy you're my sister. You're like two people in one—you’re my sister and my best friend." "You know, Sis, if I could pick anyone to be my sister, it would always be you. I love you, Sis!" I couldn't hold back the tears as I remembered those moments. It hit me hard that I'd never hear Violet's voice again.

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

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”

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.

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…”

Once there, staring at her mother’s grave, she had to hold back tears as she greeted her, “Morning mom.” William, who stood silently by her side, allowed her all the time she needed, never objecting. Simone let it all out; her overwhelming sadness found an outlet as she sobbed, her anger at being left alone soon surfaced, and she didn’t mince her words, and then came the guilt she carried around. “You’ve told me in passing before that I admire William more than I probably should,” she said at long last, feeling parched, wishing she had brought a bottle of water along. “I’ll have to apologize to you one day when I join you, for William and I have become lovers.”

Not “you.” Not “me.” We. “The will demands one sister. But fate has chosen another—and love never follows the rules.”

The disappointment of finding out that the man I fell in love with was my sister ate me up. There would have been a thread of probability if he were with any other woman, even with another, but not with my only sister, Ximena, who technically was my only family. I cannot stand this feeling, which is as if I had a swarm of crabs that ate me up inside. I just want to fall asleep, wake up in her arms, and know that I am not the most forbidden man. Likewise, I wish this were a cruel nightmare, and I even pray to have a chance. Likewise, I have my altar with figures of several saints, to whom I ask a lot of counting, and they don't even blink while I cry. I don't know how so much is attributed to

I didn't know what to say to that. He signaled the waitress for more coffee. She came over, poured it, left. "You're my friend," Liam said. "I'm not going to pretend I understand. I don't. But I'm not going to walk away either." "You should." "Why?" "Because I'm poison. Everyone I get close to gets hurt." "That's not true." "It is. My mom died. My sister hates me. Jay's going to leave eventually." Liam leaned forward. "You don't know that."