Sisterly Hug Novels & Stories

It was fascinating that the younger of the two – Sharon and Sarong – was the more mature. “How are you my boy?” Atlas happily returned Sarong’s hug. Although both Sharon and Sarong were introverted, Sarong was much more introverted than his older sister. Sharon got comfortable with someone when she grew close to the person. And that was why she dished hugs like pizza toppings. Sarong however, was still restricted in his treatment of those close to him. Even Sharon didn’t get the chance to hug him much. And not even Atlas, could force a hug on Sarong. Unless he initiated it, they left him alone. So naturally, Atlas was very happy to have Sarong hug him without being asked to. And he knew why.

Not the sad one. This smile lit up his entire face. For a moment, neither moved. The noise of the crowd seemed to fade. They simply looked at each other. Brother and sister. Best friends. Family. People who clearly loved one another. Then the brother walked toward her. The crowd parted immediately. The moment he reached her, he pulled her into a hug. No hesitation. No formality. Just a hug. The Builder hugged him back. Tightly. Like she’d been worried. The sight made my stomach twist.

I do not have a home, not even a friend, I understood was loneliness was. “hello” I heard a similar voice behind me, even in my wildest dream, I would never expect it would be Jack and his Sister Jane. They came all dressed in black as if it was their own father who was been buried. “I’m so sorry Lily” his sister moved to where I was and gave me the “can I hug you” look. That was strange, apart from my dad that I’ve been hugging all these while, nobody else has ever offered to hug me or let me say there was nobody to hug. It was a kind gesture though strange but I opened my arms and hugged her.

I gave my sister a long hug like she has been gone for years. "Yeah." She replied awkwardly. "Actually buddy, she and I have something to tell you …."

She kissed her daughter on the cheek before wiping the tears from her eyes. “I don’t have a hug?” Trisha’s eyes widened when she looked at her elder sister. She cried even more when Arriana smiled at her and widened her arms. Arriana held back tears when she hugged her sister. She has also lost her composure because they have not been together for a few years. It’s still different if they talk to her in person than just a call or video call. “Welcome home!” Axel ruffled his sister-in-law’s hair while his hand supporting his wife’s back.

she implored, a plea that held the promise of sisterly camaraderie, a secret pact that was both playful and sincere. With a swift, spontaneous motion, Ava closed the distance between them, enfolding Alexander in a quick hug that felt like a shield against the world. The embrace carried an unspoken promise—an affirmation of sibling bonds that transcended words. And as they parted, her whisper, soft and genuine, floated in the air, "I love you."

Since when did they become close? I turned around at the sound of an older woman standing in front of us, with her hands on her hips. She looked angry but her eyes held warmth and longing. I recognized her immediately as Ally's Sister. Ally shrugged, pursing her lips before saying, "Hi sis." Immediately, the woman's features softened before she pulled Ally into a tight hug. "Still crazy and naughty, I see?" Her sister asked with a smile on her face. Ally tried to shrug away from the hug but I could see that she was loving the care her only big sister was showing to her. A sister's love for her younger sister is like nothing else in the world. It knows no laws. It is pure and it will always b

Not like I want them to do it. She stepped back with a hurt look on her face. "These are no manners, Nicolas. Don't disrespect your mother like this." My father said defending his wife securing an arm around her back. "Alright." Having a normal conversation with them is fucking impossible. How am I ill-treating her if I don't want her to hug me? "Nicolas," I turned around to find my sister with Uncle Roman and Aunt Ana. "Camille," I utter. "Brother," she says as she hugs me.

"Don't be scared. We have to be brave little children. Daddy will be fine when the doctor gets here!" Micah stiffly tolerated the hug. It felt different from Mommy's hug earlier. However... this hug felt familiar to him for some reason. If she's Mommy's daughter, then did that make her his sister?

He opened his arms wide, and she practically threw herself into his chest. He hugged her tightly, like he had been waiting a long time for this moment. I watched them, feeling a tiny pinch of confusion and curiosity. They pulled apart after a while, smiling at each other, and then she turned to me so fast it startled me. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a warm, excited hug. I froze for a second, surprised by how familiar she acted, but then slowly hugged her back. Liam stepped closer, his hand resting lightly on my lower back as he said, “Katrina, this is my sister… Amara.”