Novel & Cerita Sisterhood Series

"I believe you've learned a lot about the sisterhood." "Yes, I have!" "Then it seems they've gathered." Jeslin raised her index finger briefly, pointing to the long table on the right side. Near the high window curtains. Only the women were seated there. Tanya, Miron's mother, and Daria were there. My eyes immediately recognized their faces. "That's the women's gathering in the sisterhood. You know their nickname? D'Ange."

They were sisters, bound by blood, shared experiences, and cemented by an unbreakable promise of support and love. After their emotional reunion, the sisters settled into a cozy nook, their hearts eager to weave their lives together through the stories they had carried alone for too long. Laughter bubbled up between them like a gentle brook as they reminisced about childhood dreams and whispered secrets that had shaped their identities. They shared the legacy of their parents—their indomitable strength, their sacrifices, and the rich stories that had molded them into the resilient women they had become. The dark war that had once torn them apart transformed into a shared history, a chapter i

"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.

It better not be who just crossed my mind. Alicia smiled, [Trust me, it is.] Anna: [Hold the fuck uppppppppp….is it…….] Anna: [Betty!!!] Alicia: [Betty!!!] Their phones vibrated at the same time with the same name and Alicia laughed at that, they were really soul sisters. Alicia: [I knew you’d guess right…funny enough, it’s not just her…guess who else?] Anna: [She only has one actual friend she hasn’t betrayed by fucking who they’re fucking and that’s Sophia, the sister’s sorority leader.]

Sis Three said with tears in her eyes, “Even if you say that, Iris is our sister whom we’ve lived with for so many years. How can we not be sad now that she’s dead?” Sis Eight chimed in, “Now that Sis Thirteen has gone into Doomsday, it’s hard to predict her wellbeing. We should head in and save her soon.” Baby Robbie looked at the sisters’ angry expressions. He was trying to figure out each sister’s standpoints from their words and actions. Sis Six was baiting them, and he wondered whether she was doing it intentionally. If she was, then her shrewdness was beyond what he had imagined. It meant he had underestimated Sis Six from the beginning.

The darkness that had consumed their mother now flowed through the veins of her daughters like poison. Sophia and Aurora no longer pretended to resist. The studio had become their church, the red lights their altar. Tonight’s stream was titled “Daughters of the Abyss.” Over 5.7 million viewers watched as the two sisters were dragged in on all fours, leashed and collared like the broken animals they had become.

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

“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

My heart twisted painfully at the thought, and I hated how easy it was for Helena and our mum, Margo, to manipulate me into this. They wanted me to be a good sister. To be selfless. But no one ever saw the toll it would take on me. No one could see what I was really giving up, what I had already given up. Hunter was my boss. I had worked for him for four years. I had seen him fall for my sister, even as I stood there, watching it happen, pretending it didn’t crush me a little every time. I had watched them grow closer, watched their love bloom, while I quietly stood by, always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

It didn't. "Allison," he said, not questioningly but just stating her name. "Allison." It was like his saying her name had unlocked something that refused to lock up again. "Fourteen years. We were fourteen in the hallway at school, two Ukrainian girls agreeing we could get along, and I haven't seen her in six months and all the time-" she trailed off and then forced herself to continue, "all the time she's been pulling strings and showing up with sandwiches at the hospital like I didn't already have a sister in my life messing everything up."