Sisterhood Quotes Novels & Stories

She paused, looking straight into the camera, her eyes red at the corners. “But at the same time… I have to know—why would my sister do this to me?” A few sentences. That was all it took to stir up a frenzy. * “Look at what she’s been driven to! Layla, do you even have a heart?” “Xena, don’t cry! She’s not worth your tears!” “She’s still talking about ‘sisterhood’? Screw that—someone get a hammer and put Layla in the ground already!” * Xena couldn’t see the comments.

my sister quipped. "Takes one to know one," Sophia quipped right back. "Let's get going," Samantha said, before adding "before you go fûck my nerd brother." "I may have to one day," Sophia said, as they left the room. "Well, you're running out of guys at our school you haven't fucked," My sister said playfully, barely audible as they moved out of range. I pondered everything I had learned in less than twenty-four hours: -My sister took it in the ass.

“You don’t feel like a sister. You feel like a storm.” I smiled back. “That’s what they made me.” Then she tilted her head. “What will you do now?” And I answered with the one truth left to me. “I will build a world where girls like us never have to bleed for a man’s crown again.”

I said softly, reaching out to her, "I won't let anything happen to you. She’s bitter, let her be.” Sofia nodded, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "Thank you.” But then, how could it be that these two sisters, born on the same day, now stood on such opposing ends? It was inconceivable to me. Twins were supposed to have an unbreakable bond, an unspoken understanding that transcended everything else. The thought of them turning against each other was beyond comprehension.

She's a girl, and no matter how strong she is, she can't work for 6 hours without getting tired. “Don’t worry about my needs. Just let me stay beside you. You know, two people make a difference, while more people make it more exciting,” she said, and I furrowed my brow. Where did she hear that statement? That's exactly what my late younger sister used to say when she wanted to follow me somewhere. How does she know that statement? “Two people make a difference, and more people make it exciting! Where did you hear that statement from?” I asked, and her smile disappeared.

I snap. Shit. I’ve said too much. How did I get here? I close my eyes for a few seconds, then open them again. The cigarette is taking its toll on me. Great. Sarah stays silent, staring into space. She takes the cigarette from me and takes a drag herself. “Well, I know I’m a pathetic sister,” She utters. “You can do better,” I mutter. “I don’t want to do better,” She snaps back. “Sarah, I value what we have. You’ve been a friend through my darkest times. Don’t let us ruin what we have.”

I asked after pushing back my thoughts and coming to reality. “No, it doesn’t. It’s a way of acknowledging our shared nature. Witches are bound by a unique sisterhood,” she explained. Understanding dawned on me, and I nodded. “I see. Thank you for explaining.” Seraphina nodded and turned her attention to the room. She extended her hands, murmuring an incantation under her breath. "What are you doing, sister? You should be on our side not hers!" The witches screamed angrily at what Seraphina was doing and I just bit my lower lip at their words.

she told Aria one afternoon as they planted basil, “that baby is going to be so loved. And I’ll be right here, the best aunt they could ask for.” Their sisterhood was real, deep, and healing—two survivors who had chosen joy and connection despite the darkness of their pasts. It wasn’t perfect. There were still hard days when memories crashed over them like waves. But they faced those days together, hands dirty from the garden, hearts open, and the knowledge that they were no longer alone.

"Just… my stylist must have missed it. A stupid wardrobe malfunction." "Of course," I said lightly, smiling at her. She exhaled, relieved that I won't push further. "Although," I continued, and watched her shoulders freeze, "aren't we all friends here? That's the whole point of this, isn't it? Sisterhood." I looked around the table with complete sincerity. "A safe space. Women supporting women. All of that." "Sarah—" Joye said. "If something is going on with you, Suzzy, this table should be exactly where you feel comfortable saying it." I folded my hands in front of me. "That's what Joye always says. Isn't it, Joye?"

“—Honourable outfit woman.” Okay, I am tired of this conversation. Sisterhood what? “If you wanted your fiancé to choose you, you should go talk to him. Not me.”