Sisters Book Cover Novels & Stories

Pretending to look at the books he has already read a dozens of times he gives the impression of privacy. “I won’t do a thing,” I answer flatly. “I hope he asks you to marry you straight away.” My wolf snickered at the fact I also hoped Alpha Ayr looks like a mutated, midget ogre with a missing penis. “That’s more like it Cassie.” I don’t reply. Instead I lift my gaze. My baby sister. Tarted up in a corset so tight she might faint. A beacon of midnight blue tulle and chocolate curls. I let my gaze fall to her slightly crooked nose.

“So this is where you scurry off to during the day while everyone is looking for you?” My head snapped up quickly as I shut the book and saw my half-sisters, Genevieve and Alice, saunter in. They were always the picture of elegance. Their dark hair was styled to perfection, braided neatly, with curls framing their faces and fanciful hairpins that my father had brought home for them on one of his expeditions. I was the complete opposite. My wild red hair, the only gift from my mother, was long and untamed. I was unlike my sisters in many ways.

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

I stood on the street corner for what felt like hours, finally gathering enough courage to attempt mind-linking with my sisters. Unsurprisingly, they had blocked my mental connection long ago. I sighed and pulled out my phone, calling my Alpha sister, Alexa. Twenty years as siblings should count for something. No matter how ugly things had become, we deserved one final meal together. She disconnected my calls repeatedly before finally shutting her phone off completely. I swallowed it down and dialed my Beta sister, Riley. This time, after an eternity of ringing, she deigned to answer, like she was granting me some grand favor.

Tyler said. I nodded. "Thanks." … After I settled in Mannorworth, I began working on a picture book called "Waiting for Spring". On the first page, I painted a little girl standing in a very long shadow. In her hands was a magnolia wood paintbrush. She waited and waited until the paper was covered in dust. After Ms. Hardy read the first draft, all she said was, "Don't rush to heal. First, get the pain exactly right." I sat in the yard revising my drawings, Fluffball sprawled out under the easel like always.

Refusing to be an ass, he let go of my hands and quickly took Samantha’s in a firm shake. “In the flesh.” He revealed his dazzling lady smile that had me rolling my eyes heavenward. What a traitor. He was going to pay for this. “I am Samantha.” She smiled dearly at him, “Of course, the Undead Sister.” He added up causing Samantha to cackle up. I wish I shared her sense of humor. And notice the sarcasm. “Right. Sounds like fantasy.” She accompanied her words with a little giggle before looking at me.

She chuckled and walked back into her room. Andrew cursed silently and kicked his feet in the air. Why did his sister have to come and ruin the moment? Now he can't stop thinking of how it would have felt to be inside her. He got this close, just to not get in. TBC!

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

He reassured her, he knows that she cares a lot for his sister as if she was her own. A little while later his parents enter, and they get right down to business. Jonathan planned on putting on one hell of a party for his little sister. The door creaked open and in stepped his father, John, his sharp gaze softening as he took in the circle forming around the mahogany table. Liliana followed close behind, her arms laden with a basket of fresh flowers and a bright, infectious energy that seemed to fill the room. “So, what do we know about Analina’s wishes?” John asked, taking a seat and nodding cordially to Mariann. Mariann flashed a quick smile and poised her pen, ready to jot down ideas. “Sh

Needing people and making the need look like an invitation. She thought about growing up alongside her. Two sisters in a small apartment in Kyiv, sharing a bedroom that was too small and a life that was big enough anyway. Anna always more polished, more certain, more everything — or seeming so, which Irina now understood was not the same thing at all. Anna constructing the composed version of herself so thoroughly and so early that even the people closest to her had started to mistake the construction for the person. She thought about Zara. About the call.