Sister, Sister Novels & Stories

She trembled and pointed at her, stuttering, "Sister, sister, sister..." "Sister? Are you feeling disgusted seeing me after all these years? At least... Well, forget it. Luckily, you still recognize this face, right, my dear little sister?" Nancy emphasized the words 'dear little sister' with a firm bite, showing how 'lovely' their relationship was.

No family, no friends, just the two of us. Years swept by. I was an adult now. Despite that, my sister still fought for my safety. She was my only family, my only friend. I couldn’t thank her enough for everything. Our relationship turned more into a telepathic feeling. Whenever she’s sad, I can’t be happy. When she’s far away, I feel lonely, a part of me will be gone. My lovely sister’s name is Luna Bianchi, a parent, a friend, a defender, and my guardian. AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️💖💞

“You’re my sister, and I’ll always be here for you.” Their embrace was tight and soothing, as if they were sealing a promise in that very moment—to support and cherish one another through thick and thin. Standing together in the embrace of the forest, cradled by nature's beauty, Aria recognized that she had indeed discovered a true sister in Luna, a connection that transcended the confines of words. Their souls felt intertwined, as if they had been woven together by fate, destined to journey through life side by side.

My hands are the same dark as my sisters. " Well then you should say the same thing to my sister as well because at least she has a partner unlike me," my sister said and a hint of jealousy was evident in her voice. I understand why so. She's no different than me. We both sisters are stupid because she fell for those men who don't value us not even as a human.

She spins her head from me to my sisters, then back to me. “Wait. What? Fated mate? Sister? Am I stuck in a Calvin Harris song? Can you fill me in?” Sage says with disbelief and confusion in her tone. I let out a big breath and push off the counter. “Emmy, how about you close the door?” After learning how Justin creeped on me the night of the full moon, I’m not taking chances with my door being open for others to hear these conversations. “Sage, these are my sisters: Emmy, Saph, Pearl, and Amy.” I gesture to each of my sisters, saying Amy’s name with a little annoyance. She’s always lacked a filter. She’s similar to Sage in a lot of ways. They are even the same size. Must be a short-person t

But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for. Not by blood, but by the Pact, By the winter and the sun. By the way we face the world, And never turn to run. You’re my truest kind of family, The fiercest, gentlest friend. The sister I was meant to find, And keep until the end. When I forget how brave I am, You remind me who I’ve been. Not with thunder or with shouting, Just the strength beneath your skin. Some spirits walk in harmony, Some run side by side.

My sister-in-law, Ruby Nolan, had been a part of the family for over a year. She got along very well with my parents, but her attitude towards me was somewhat lukewarm. She rarely spoke to me. She would regularly buy gifts for the whole family but conveniently forget about me. When I came home for summer break, she would take the whole family out for a movie, leaving me to wait for them outside on the porch. During casual chats, she would deliberately bring up topics that would only be relevant to the rest of the group, leaving me out of the conversation. She would even kick up a fuss whenever my parents gave me some money for my living expenses.

Helena started, but I cut her off. “Please Helena. Can you give me a moment alone?” I pleaded. I could feel the tears burn at my eyes. I hear my sister get up and move to the door. She could feelng her standing at the door watching me for a moment. Please go was all I could think not opening my eyes.

"No, you're not." "Yes, I am." "Jane, we don't share parents. We don't share blood. We don't share DNA." "So?" "So that means you're not my sister!" "That's not what sister means." "What does sister mean then?" "Sister means the person who grew up with you. Sister means the person who knows all your secrets. Sister means the person who would do anything for you." "Would you do anything for me?" "Yes." "Then where were you when Dad died?"

My sister’s voice brought me back from wandering thoughts. I looked back at my sister. We were two opposites in appearance and character. My hair was dark brown, hers was the color of light honey. Her eyes were light hazel brown, mine were dark whiskey brown. She was the sweeter and lighter one of us. I was always shy and she was the outspoken one. I was thin, she was more on a plump side. She was ten years older than me and the mother figure in my life.