Novel & Cerita Sisterhood Drawing

"Aria and Lila are your sisters. They are six and eight years old....." "They're not my sisters." Flat. Finished. "They're dead weight. Go feed the zombies." Lila made a sound like she'd been struck. "Jack…" Her voice was tiny. "Do you really hate us? I made you a drawing…" Her hands shook as she reached into her soaked pajama pocket. She pulled out a folded piece of paper, completely ruined by the rain, the colors bleeding into each other. But you could still see it. A tall boy and two small girls holding hands.... drawn in the stumbling lines of a six-year-old's best effort.

The penthouse living room was filled with a sound Aria hadn't heard in twenty years: the scratching of pencils on paper. Claire sat on the floor, a sketchbook open on her knees. She was drawing Liam, capturing the curve of his sleeping cheek with quick, confident strokes. Sienna sat beside her, sorting through swatches of fabric for the nursery renovation—muted sage and dawn grey—while Emma built a tower of blocks that defied gravity. Aria watched them from the sofa. Three women. Three sisters.

“It’s not ridiculous. Don’t you want to meet somebody new? Even if it’s not your mate, I’m so over seeing the same boys every single day. Sure, they’re technically men now, but we’ve known them literally our entire lives! It’s hard to see them as a real partner, when you’ve also seen how inane and immature they can be.” Cassie gave her sisters a sly smile, “Did you see how disappointed Randolph was when we turned 18 and none of us were their mates?” Evelyn snorted and Nora agreed grimly. “This is what I mean, thank the moon goddess that none of us were fated to their miserable asses. I’m not yearning to leave our pack, just to leave the same people and the same situations that we deal with

It sounded to me like someone was in pain. I hurried to the source and wished it would have been someone in pain instead. With her bedroom door opened ajar, I found my sister having sex with another man, humping her from behind. They were both naked while she had her ass in the air, his dick pounding in and out of her.

True, the sister is not entirely law-abiding, periodically indulges in darkness and destroys artifacts on weekends. I was so carried away by my thoughts that I did not notice how I got close to the forest, in which the dark ones sometimes trained. What is it about him that makes me so drawn to him all the time? Every morning, when I wake up, the first thing I do is look out the window to take another look at the rather dull landscape and bald trees. Maybe, subconsciously, I aspire to a place where I can stop controlling my inner strength so tightly? Somewhere where I can release all the darkness that fills me? - Fascinating, isn't it? suddenly sounded from behind. I twitched in surprise and

Dean tightly holds me in his arms, sighing in relief. "Where's your sister?" I shrug. "I don't know where anyone is." We pull away from each other. Dean brushes the back of my hair. "Don't ever do that again. We're a team. If one of us fall out, our bond breaks." Dean nods, pulling me back into his arms, leaning us both back into the couch. I close my eyes and breathe. I want this to last forever. Even if forever is a little too good to be true.

My mother no longer held back. "She... she took out a loan with her nude photos and videos as collateral. They threatened to post her photos online and even show them to your brother-in-law if she didn't pay them back. You know your sister is a mother, and her child is only four years old. The child can't lose her father. Besides, your sister can't live without your brother-in-law." I immediately understood. The last sentence was the key point.

"Save it. I'm giving you one more opportunity. If you still can't close the deal, believe me—there are plenty of other women who'd love to be Harvey's wife." Harvey pushed open the front door of our home. Our matching slippers were still on the shoe rack by the entryway. Covered in dust. On my craft table, the perler beads project I'd been working on was still sitting there—half-finished letters, the initials of his name. I remembered the day I'd shown it to him, so proud of myself. He ran his fingers over everything. It felt like I was still there beside him. But the ashes in his arms told him the brutal truth.

Being an Alpha is such work, I really needed to be with her always, buy my responsibilities are important too. I sit on the chair and open the scrapbook slowly. I dusted it off first though because it's so dusty. Wow, what beautiful drawings? I am met by a beautiful drawing on the first page. There is a small scribbling like a signature at the bottom of the page. And it looks like Sylvia's name. The first drawing is of a bridge, there is water under the bridge and a charming Scenery at the end of the bridge. There is also quite rising sunshine. The start of the bridge is rough and rocky. The drawing has so many little details in it.

The woman looked at the drawing through the plastic, and her hand came up slowly to her mouth. “May I see that properly,” she said softly. Priya handed it to her, carefully, and the woman held it the way everyone held things this week, like it might dissolve if she wasn’t careful enough. She looked at it for a long time. “I know this drawing,” she said finally, her voice very quiet. “Not this exact one. But one like it. My mother had one too. The same house. The same row of figures.” She looked up, and her eyes were wet now. “My mother used to say her sister sent it to her, once, a long time ago, before they lost touch completely. She kept it for years. I don’t know what happened to it after