Sisterhood Quotes Novels & Stories

“Thank you for always showing up Maria” “We are one, Giorgio’s enemy is mine and your enemy is mine together we would wipe them off”. Her words lingered in the air as she gave me a tight hug. This was sisterhood, the longest that I can remember and of course my enemies are definitely closer than I think.

Marybeth giggled, calmer already, “It wasn't but thank you.” She stared at the women before her, these women who had been there for her. They'd been there for each other through everything. Their parents were business partners and from there their own friendships blossomed, and who would have thought it would reach where either was now. These women whom she could proudly call her sisters. ‘I love you guys.” She said, voice thick with emotion. “Awwn.” They said in unison, “We love you too!” Then they enveloped one another in a group hug.

"We are a gathering of women, united to empower one another. We offer advice, opportunities, and support. It's akin to a sisterhood." "Sisterhood, you say?" I retorted. "But you have no qualms about scheming to steal another woman's husband. If that is the type of sisterhood you practise here, then I want no part in it." I stood firm, refusing to retract my words. No matter the threats I faced, I would rather endure them than succumb to their wicked desires.

"I love you, sister." "I love you too." "Emma." "Yes." "Maybe i was wrong about the rich always winning. What if we don't have to keep running and we stay to fight. They wouldn't know our strength if we don't even wait to fight and we wouldn't know if we are capable of winning too."

– Jamie “Don’t worry, I have my brother wrapped in my hands, whatever I ask from him, he is going to do it. Don’t you know the power of a sister?” – Brittany “No, I don’t, maybe if I had one I would have known?”-Jamie “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way?” – Brittney “I know you didn’t mean it that way?” – Jamie “I could be that sister, you don’t have.” – Brittany

"Mom, are you royalty here? Everyone seems to treat you with such reverence." To my surprise, she threw her head back and laughed, a musical sound that echoed through the corridors. "No, my dear, I am not royalty in the traditional sense. But I do hold a position of great importance within the Sisterhood." She led me to a quiet alcove, where we could speak more privately. "You see, Selena, the Sisterhood is not just a group of women with special powers. We are the guardians of ancient knowledge, the keepers of secrets that have been passed down through generations."

But in this moment, as they stood together before the mirror, all of that seemed to fade away. Their connection, forged through shared experiences and bound by the earth itself, was stronger than any bond of blood. They were sisters in every sense of the word, their love and support unwavering. As they gazed at each other in the mirror, their tears mingling with smiles, they shared a silent understanding—a moment of pure magic that transcended words. It was a testament to the power of friendship, of love, and of the unbreakable bond between two souls. And as they stood there, lost in each other's eyes, Jolene knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their

She won't be able to tell anyway. 'Get some for me too, but don't let her find out.' Their harsh words and nasty remarks were shoved back in their faces one after another. As for the sisterhood they bragged shamelessly about just now?

There were tears in Jacqueline’s eyes and relief. “I’ll be your coven sister if you will be mine. I lend you my spirit and power if you lend me yours. Sister to sister, we shall rise together. In the name of the Moon Goddess, we shall avenge those that abuse her gifts and power,” Jacqueline repeated back in awe. Meri held her eyes. “Sister.” “Sister,” her sister-in-law repeated back. Jacqueline’s body settled on the ground. She shakily rolled over to her side. She gently tugged Meri down and they embraced, holding each other. Jacqueline’s body heaved overwhelmed with emotions succumbing to the tears.

I would've died if a colleague of mine hadn't come looking for me when I couldn't be reached. When I regained consciousness, I told Mom what happened. All she said was, "The fact that Amy treated you that way goes to show just how much of a failure you've been as a sister. You must've pissed her off with the things you said. Otherwise, why would she hate you so much?" All at once, I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy pool of water. I was chilled to the bone. "Even if I'd been the worst sister alive, did that give Amy the right to kill me?"