Sisters Book Cover Novels & Stories

I glanced at the cover. “Where did you even get this?” I asked. She shrugged. “Found it in the closet.” Right. I’d forgotten I’d left some of my sister’s old books here. The last time I’d sat here, my sister had been with me. We’d hidden from the storm, from Father’s guards, from everything that hunted us. Now I was hiding again — only this time, it was with another person I cared about. I looked down at the page Evelyn had been on. Some romance scene — overly sweet, too easy. And yet, a single line caught my eye, something about the way a man touched a woman like she was the only real thing left in the world.

Ezekiel's eyes widened in shock, and Rebecca quickly stepped between us. With an aggrieved tone, she said, "Maisie, if you don't want to, that's fine. Don't make things harder for Ezekiel. I'll go to the hospital right now and end the pregnancy!" Her tone was so determined that Ezekiel immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. However, the look he gave me was cold enough to send chills down my spine. "Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!"

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

She cuts my sister off, “That was I write comes to life. Yes, my books are real.” Then it clicks, “We are your books, at least we are in it.” “You’re right,” She smiles at me, “It’s actually a series. Your book is still ongoing, the second book and there will be another in the future, whil-” Asteria cuts in, “I am the first. How is that possible?” “I make a lot of impossible things possible,” She points out but my sister’s questioning isn’t finished. “What did you call my book. What’s the name and please tell me that it’s completed,” My sister all but pleads and I snicker.

While the other sister took her test with patience and such skill that could not be rivaled in the kingdom and this made the other sister angry, while she had to train hard to get to where she was her sister had a natural gift. The final test was that the book would test the sisters mental abilities to see how strong their minds were and if they could handle the power of the book. Three days later the first sister was finally able to escape the test of the book but she was already too late, her younger sister had already been crowned queen of the kingdom. The made the first sister so mad that she misused the power of the book to crumble almost half of the kingdom leaving her sister no other

That doesn’t mean it pisses me off any less, though. “What are you doing with it?” I asked, turning the book upright to see if I could make out the name on the cover. It is so worn that the front could as well be blank. I looked up at my sister expectantly. She better have a good ass explanation for ruining the work I barely managed to finish. “I noticed something weird about it,” she rounded the desk and came to stand behind my chair. “Usually, all the books about old kings and all that are saved in a locked closet, right?” I nodded.

Marissa stepped closer to Xander, a red blush dusting her cheeks. Dad and Mom immediately straightened up, their posture stiff and awkward. "Damn, looks like the Lipton family hit the jackpot this time! How did Marissa find such a handsome and rich boyfriend?" "I'm so envious! They sure are lucky." "Marissa has always been the more emotionally intelligent of the two sisters, so is it any surprise that her parents love her more? Now that she's gotten herself such an extraordinary boyfriend, how could Yelena possibly compare?"

BEFORE Luc As I applied rogue blush to the peaks of Lily's cheeks, I realised that I was jealous of my baby sister. Maybe it was the way her hair was pulled up in a messy bun so soft tendrils of ringlets touch her cheeks and stick to her lipgloss or the way her doe eyes were heavily lined (she copies my style at every chance she gets). Maybe it was because Joseph commented on how beautiful and delicate she was on our first date while we were waiting for our moin-moin.

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.