Sister Souljah Novels & Stories

The Council feared their will. He saw flashes — the woman standing before the old Council, accused of betrayal. Their judgment: erasure. The Soulbound purged to prevent them from awakening the Vein’s true form. > They could hear it, the voice whispered. The pulse beneath all worlds. The living current. Soreth clenched his jaw. The image wavered as anger rippled through him — not at the Soulbound, but at the hypocrisy etched into the Council’s history. “Veyra knew,” he murmured. “She had to.”

~JESSICA~ It’s been a month; we were back at home; both Clinton, I, and Journey had recovered. Layla’s brother was sentenced to death in prison, while Layla seemed to be making waves in business, as she had been on multiple interviews as the most successful businesswoman. Everything was falling into place, although I still searched for my sister.

ASHTON I’ve said all those words before: be the bigger person. Walk away. You’re feeding into their bullshit. Violence solves nothing. You’re the CEO of a nonprofit. Stop. Stop. Breathe. Leave. I let about fifteen feet divide me and the bartender. Backing up. Backing away, all the while he’s talking shit. “What about your sister,” he laughs mockingly. “Blanca Johnson—another wet slut. Bet she puts out twice as much as your mom. Is she a little sex addict too?”

Sasha, who was in designer joggers and sneakers and slouched on a couch, listened before replying: “The CEO of the McKinney Empire shakes in his boots for nervousness.. Sweet headline.” Neo darted a fierce look in her direction, which drew more laughter from her. Then, he pounced on her, softly banging a nearby cushion on her temple. The age difference between them was just a couple of years, so they'd always interacted like twins. While Neo had been groomed to take over the family business, Sasha had been allowed to pick and choose a career, and she'd decided to delve into entertainment. But despite their differences in career paths, they'd remained the tightest of siblings.

"Take the money and leave." Mom looked at the card, her eyes flickering. In the end, she took it. Clifton stood where he was, motionless. Before I closed the door, I said to him, "As for you, I don't want to ever see your face again." … Jenna came to the studio the next day. She wore an exquisite dress, her face caked with thick makeup. She stood before my easel, staring at the cover for "Waiting for Spring". "You think painting a few lousy pictures means you've turned your life around?" she said with a scoff. "Heidi, deep down, you're still that unwanted woman no one cares about."

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

She turned aroud and looked at Blaky Sudan, Kacy said with great the momentum: "Mr. Sudan, go, just pretend that you have never known my sister." Blaky Sudan felt depressed, he said coldly: "Since you are Sashsa Ovis's sister, I just let you go, you don't..."

The woman raised her hand to try and slap her and Laila grabbed her wrist and bent it. “I'm a middle child with a kid sister who makes you look angelic. There isn't a damn thing you can do to me which will ever top what she has said and done. Why don't you and your little posse go back to whatever it was you came from.” She shoved her away. “I swear if you don't leave this club right now, I will make you wish you had never met Nichole Fernando. He's mine.” “Yeah, my sister did this to me on a daily basis. Try something new and we'll see if maybe you get a different reaction.”

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

"Whatever you're going to ask about my mother, save it. I don't know what she knew beyond the payments. I don't know if she understood the full scope of what Helena was doing. And right now, I don't care. I haven't read all of Helena's diary, but I'm sure she liked to document just how clever she was and how she fooled everyone around her. Your answers should be easy to find." Morrison's eyebrows lifted. "Mrs. Sinclair—" "I said not today. Don't you think we have been through enough?" My hands were shaking, but my voice stayed level. "I know my own eggs were stolen from me without consent. That my sister planned to raise my biological child as her own. That my husband was arrested for a murd