Sisterhood Series Novels & Stories

She turned around and looked at me with wide eyes… Ooooooookay? “You named it…” “Cutsiah? Yes. I don’t see why.” Now I get it. I turned around, suddenly feeling a little conscious to be around her. This is what happens when you bring ‘FAMILY’ into something you held dear. They always find… A loud “ooooph” left my lips as she crushed her front to my back, hugging me from my behind. “ I knew it. I knew it that everyone was wrong about you. You loved your sister so much more than anything in this world. And if not…” She spun me in her hold and looked at me with teary eyes,

I tried to explain. "Wrong person? I saw it with my own eyes! My husband brought you to the hospital, and you dared to hug him in front of me! You came to this hospital on purpose, didn't you? You just want to rub it in my face, don't you?" she sneered. "I'm Lara Patkins, Anthony Reey's wife! No one ruins my family!" I was shocked. Anthony was my brother, so the woman before me, Lara Patkins, was my sister-in-law!

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

I almost suspected she'd been reborn too. I closed my eyes and thought, who could've imagined that such a supposedly simple, foolproof surgery would destroy my entire life? No, it wasn't the surgery that ruined me but the surgeon who performed it—my future sister-in-law, Kate Diller. I still couldn't figure out how, in a country with such strict regulations for medical interns, she'd managed to become the lead surgeon for my procedure or how she'd managed to botch a minor surgery so badly that I ended up losing my womb.

When the guards announced a visitor, she expected another lawyer, another interrogation, another reminder of her past crimes. But when Elizabeth walked in, Sarah’s world stopped. The resemblance between the sisters was still evident, though time and circumstances had etched different stories on their faces. Elizabeth’s eyes were warm yet piercing - a gaze that held both judgment and compassion. Sarah felt exposed, vulnerable, her past sins laid bare before the sister she had once tried to destroy. “Sister,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “Is that you?” Elizabeth sat down, maintaining a dignified posture. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken memories - of betrayal

Her sister went missing all of a sudden when she went for her honeymoon and according to Fiona, Fey was running for her life. “Fiona came her to find her and she took her place so that she could know who attacked her sister.” Later, we found out that it was Sarah and we planned to make sure Sarah got what she deserved. When she found out that her sister was dead, she couldn’t continue to lie. She wanted to tell you and she was losing her mind. Alpha Cult, Fiona loved you so very much and she would never try to kill her sister. The new Luna thinks it was Fiona that attacked her but it was Sarah.

I say as I make the introductions. The women appear to be triplets. The one in the center speaks, her voice is warm and welcoming. "Hello Luna Iokaste, we know who you are. I'm Sister Penny, this is Sister Rachel and Sister Celia. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Are you ready to learn more about who you are?” “Yes, yes I am." I reply as confidently as I can muster. All three women reach out their hands.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

I had said: yes. She had died at fifty-seven. The coven had been more sophisticated by then. They had used a sister against her. The sister had not known she was being used. I have watched many sisters not know they were being used. I have watched many. I will not name them all. The line had thinned and thickened across the centuries. I had inhabited the women of it briefly, in moments — most of them I had only sat with for hours, days, the way a wolf sits with a body that is not going to be hers for long. The coven had been at the work of dismantling the line for as long as the line had been. They had not always called themselves a coven. They had not always had the same names. The names ha

And Aiden looked at me in bewilderment, as if he hadn't noticed how lousy I look today. “Slight malaise,” I slurred, “no need to worry. Better tell us the latest news. Did you find out who was behind all this? We're still looking into it, but there aren't many options. The main version is apostates. I swallowed obscene words along with another spoonful of soup. The Resistance very skillfully framed the Sisters. “So, someone saw the distraught dark ones?” I asked a logical, from my point of view, question.