Sisterhood Drawing Novels & Stories

I chewed slowly. Thought about it for a second. Then nodded. “That’s fine.” I took another fry. “It means Bianna will become my sister-in-law.” Arianna opened her mouth. Closed it. Then pointed at me with her straw. “Actually.” Sienna sat up straighter. “I support this.” “Of course you do,” I said. “Both of you have the moral compass of premium reality television.” “No,” Arianna said. “I have vision.” “And I have eyes,” Sienna added. “The way Theo looks at Bianna is not how a man looks at his niece and nephew’s nanny.”

ZANDER. I recognized her almost immediately, when the elevator doors opened. She looked slightly different from the pictures I saw from that night. It was almost unnoticeable, but I saw the way she hesitated before entering the elevator. She almost squeezed the life of the innocent stress ball she was holding. She looked like she just got off work. I didn't know she worked in this building. I had more digging to do to execute my plans. She didn't look up as she entered. She stayed at the corner of the elevator resting on it while I stayed near the door.

My heart feels heavy. Claire is in her room, drawing. When she sees me, she smiles and holds up the paper. “Look, Mommy! I drew us. You, Daddy, Uncle Harvey, and me. All together.” In the drawing, the four of us are holding hands in front of the house. A yellow sun in the corner. And a bright star in the sky — Sirius. Tears rise again. I sit on the floor beside her and pull her into my lap, holding her tightly against me.

She knew that her evil sister had to be stopped, but the thought of killing her had never entered her mind. Frey moved in front of Davina and looked down at her with compassion. “You have goodness in your heart, so you can’t imagine killing another human being; let alone, your sister. You must remember that, although she shared your mother’s womb and pulled chromosomes from you enough to take on your look, she is not your true sister. Her seed was magically implanted at the time of your conception because she needed much of the same environment and nutrients that you required. She would kill you and your baby without blinking an eye and wouldn’t give it another thought. Step out of the t

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.

"Are you and Sister Mary good friends?" Bella Kinson relaxed her vigilance, bent over to the front passenger, fastened her seat belt, grabbed the man and asked, "Do you know that my sister Maru is very good at painting? Yesterday she painted a picture of spring, summer, autumn and winter for me, which is very similar to the original version, but not very similar to that kind of feeling..." Because she was a little excited to see her idol, she kept talking, but the men around her kept silent.

"I was going to draw you, sister doctor, then sister Karina, Arianne, and Kate, then brother Carl, Art, and Klaver. I also want to draw the sisters in the cafeteria, but I don’t think it would fit on one sheet of paper." Gardenia said while counting on her fingers as she enumerated everyone she wanted to draw. Oh, how Alice wishes that fitting a whole headquarters on a piece of paper was her only problem. Being young and ignorant of the world is such bliss for people like her.

He raised his voice and said, “You’re just jealous we bought Daffie a house! “You’re capable. You could make it on your own. Shouldn’t an older sister know how to share?” I laughed, but tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. “I’ve been sharing for over twenty years! I shared my childhood, I shared my youth, and now I’m supposed to give up the love and fairness I actually deserve?”

and then there was a picture of me. The fuuuuck.. this person can draw... Okay, a picture of me standing a bit far and another bag of "feelings" was a distance from me... the caption of the picture was.. Heeey Lin, so we both don't catch feelings right.. I'd like to see you again.. xoxo.. God Jasmine was a fucken idiot.. I laughed thinking that my little sister walked in, "what are you laughing at?" I showed her the drawing in my phone, "this..."

“I can’t believe you remember that day. I also can't believe you thought those drawings were bizarre. They were of a human and a werewolf.” “I do remember, and the drawings were so bizarre that I thought they were aliens at first. You had things coming out of those figures that I do not think have ever come out of any human or werewolf before. I think the drawings are why I remember that day so well. Of course, I also remember many of the other days too… do you?” She looked at me curiously. “What other days?”