Sisterhood Drawing Novels & Stories

A drawing on the refrigerator, crayon stick figures holding hands under a rainbow sun. "Lily made that," Detective Cross said, following my gaze. "It's our family. Me, her, Marcus, and Bunny." "Bunny is part of the family?" "Bunny is the most important member of the family. Don't let her hear you say otherwise." She made tea. Chamomile, because she said I looked like I needed to sleep. We sat at the small kitchen table, our hands wrapped around our mugs, the steam rising between us. "So do you want to tell me what happened?” she said.

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 . . .

Irritated that her sister did one symbol wrong. Leah scoffed. “If only you were the one who drew these symbols, we wouldn’t have had a hard time, witch.” Maya shot a daggering stare at her sister. “Shut up.” I chuckled. Is that what it’s like to have a sister? Always fighting but also defending each other back when someone threatens them? I smiled. The purple-haired girl looked back at the symbol she made and nodded. She gazed up at her sister who was watching her draw the symbol on the book.

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

“What’s the name of your drawing?” “Sisters,” Bren answers. She nudges Wyn with her shoulder and her twin nods. “Me.” She taps on the figure at the left. “This is Wyn and that’s Bri.” I nod until my head is bobbing like a bot out of control. If there is one thing we did right, it’s the girls. Brianna’s eyes open at the sound of her name, she stares at us with the same interest an infant would stare at his parents. Confused with a hint of recognition. “Hello,” Bren says. Both of them wave at her.

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

The inscription above the photo reads: The Sisterhood. The photo shows Sara, Mira, Sandra—and... My breath catches in my throat. "This girl..." I whisper, shifting the yearbook to Boaz, pointing at it. "I know her. What does she have to do with this?" Boaz squints at the photo, raising a brow. "Linda Frothmoth. One of your girl’s best friends in school. They called themselves the sisterhood. The queen bees of Crystal High." I glance at Jake again and our eyes meet. A cold shiver runs down my spine.

She was drawing someone, I just can't determine who because it's not done yet. “Yeah, really disgusting,” Aries said and also approached her to kiss her on the cheek. He looked at what she was doing. “Who's that?” he asked while staring at the drawing. My little sister giggled before answering. “Grandma Adel! She said I should draw her when she visited the other day.” Aries and I looked at each other. Did they visit here? I do not know. I looked at my sister's two nannies. “Ah yes, they visited, Ma'am Adelaide with her husband and the Higgins couple the other day,” I nodded.

Lillian’s POV The words flow from my mind faster than I can type them. I don’t even realise how long I’ve been sitting here until my laptop warns me its battery is dying. But I’ve finished. The Sisterhood Sanctuary. A place where broken women become whole again. When I present the proposal the next morning, I expect to face questions and possibly some hesitation. What I don’t expect is how fast Maddox, Craig, and the other warriors and high-ranking members will support my idea.

She urged, bouncing on her toes. Ashton hesitated, then turned the paper so I could see. It was worse than I’d thought. She hadn’t just drawn a family. She had drawn us. The woman, me, had a crown of yellow hair like sunshine. Ashton stood tall beside me, drawn in bold black crayon, holding hands with three little stick children. And beneath the whole thing, written in wobbly letters: “MY FAMILEE.” My heart stuttered. “Ashton said it was really good,” Kate added proudly. “He said he’d keep it in his office so he doesn’t forget us.”