Sisterhood Drawing Novels & Stories

She knew that her best friend was able to breathe life into a portrait of Zachary because Serenity had fallen in love with him. “Jas, did Serenity draw a river or a lake? What’s with the wavy lines?” Tilting her head, Jasmine looked at her brother. “Are you blind? Can’t you tell whether it’s a river or a lake? “Serenity portrayed everything well, but you can’t tell the difference. You should cut down your time on computer games. They’re not good for your eyes. Get Mom to buy you supplements.” Drake grabbed the drawing from his sister and mumbled, “It’s too small for a lake and too short to be a river. I really can’t tell whether it’s a river or a lake.”

Arlet had held her hand, assuring her that everything would be alright. The pages were filled with images of Raya’s school friends, the birthday parties with their delightful surprises, and every milestone she had celebrated. But as Raya turned another page, a paper slipped out and gently landed on her lap. It was a drawing she had made, a heartfelt gift for Arlet. In the drawing, Raya had depicted herself holding a baby sister in her arms, a radiant smile on her face. The sight of it now brought tears to her eyes. This dream, her longing for a sibling to share her life with, remained unfulfilled.

My sister thinks too much. “ Emiliar is... A darling. Perfect girl. ” Emiliar blushed. “ Whatever! ” I spat. “ So what brings you here today? ” She asked. I cleared my throat. “ I'm going on a mission, kinda, to find some people. It looks too awkward but... I don't know” I paused. “ I'm seeing face lately and all my head tells me is to find them. I drew those faces. ” I gave them pieces of paper where I drew on. Alistair stared at them for a while. She reached out to her drawer and brought out hers—her own drawings.

“I know, but—” “But nothing,” she tells him, then turns to me. “Can I go, Alpha?” I look between the siblings. Andreas has always been protective of his little sister. But she’s right, she isn’t a kid anymore, and she can hold her own. Hanna can hunt and fight better than most of the werewolves under my command. And that’s a hell lot of them.

My twin sister being attended to every second of the day while I trailed behind as though I wasn't a part of the family. If I had my way, I wouldn't be here. I would be in college, wallowing in self pity as always. But mum had made it clearㅡ I was to be present at the bonfire ceremony. It would be inappropriate for the Alpha’s daughter to skip the most important night of the pack. Right, I had that title only when it was convenient. “Seriously,” she deadpanned, turning to me with a small smile on her face. “You're clearly nervous. We should be dancing with the rest of the packs. You can't just stand here and expect your mate to find you.”

They were hers to keep and share with others, a precious gift that Sarah Bidwell never got a chance to give back. "She used to sketch things right there," Darlene added, pointing at one of the blank pages near the beginning of the journal. "But Mom doesn't want people seeing it." The drawing looked familiar somehow, as if it were someone else's life playing out before my eyes: a collection of lines and shapes intersecting to form a portrait of a young woman sitting on a chair in a room with white walls. I turned the page slowly, knowing that whatever was here had already been shared, but wanting to honor the moment by sharing its truth. The figure in the drawing had her eyes closed, holding

Like the puppets in the friday puppet shows at school. I locked the door behind us making sure our parents would not be able to check up on us while we are out. We walked to the glass window, it was pouring outside like the shower when it is tuned to the highest. It was like a waterfall. I started to draw something in the frost on the window. "What are you drawing?" Lily asked. I drew two broomstick girls holding hands. "Me and you outside. Imagine how fun it would be to adventure under the rain!"

"Okay sis, Your turn to draw … make it easy on me" She gets up to draw a card and Tom slumps down between me and Luca. "Sorry Luca, I totally thought you would get it". "I think it was well done". I say softly and Tom turns his head to press a quick kiss to my lips looking happy again. "Ready ?" My sister asks and I nod. She quickly draws two things on the paper. Luca leans forward his voice full of doubt. "Is that a tombstone and an erect penis ... what fucking movie is that ?"

“It’s just the same as the one on the computer, just bigger and older with more creases. Kind of like you Jada.” Aurora gave her youngest sister a look and then focused her attention on the map. She looked from one site to the next, over and over again. A bird’s eye view. The words had triggered something in her mind. What was she missing? Her eyes scanned from continent to continent, the missing piece had to be there. And then suddenly she knew what she had to do. “Jasmyne get me a pen…” Her sister tossed a pen across the room, and Aurora leaned in and began to draw. When she was finished, her sisters all crowded in at once trying to see what she had done. When they realized what she had dr

Coming at a stop in front of the bed, she instinctively glanced heavenward as she sniffed back a tear. “Guess I should have been here earlier.” She muttered, returning her gaze back to the bed. She was about to settle on it when a picture frame of her sister smiling brightly on the drawer beside the bed caught her attention. She took it, staring at those smiles while she sat on the bed. Passing her hand on it, her mouth curved into a sad smile. “I’ve been a bad sister, right?” She chuckled with a heavy heart. “I guess you hate me so much by now.” She mumbled while her eyes let go off those tears it had been holding hostage.