Sisters Book Cover Novels & Stories

He was a stranger. Yet, he did not feel like one. She had never seen him until he called her “little sister” in the purple twilight, but somehow, he looked as familiar as if she had known him her entire life. Could they actually be related? The population of Loadstone Rock was knitted together by a complicated web of kinship—cousins, second cousins, uncles and aunts several times removed—so it was not impossible. But they did not look alike. Svetlana had large blue eyes and fine straight hair, so blond that it was almost white—a source of her private anguish as she inwardly compared her “straw” to Tattie’s dark, bouncing curls. Andrei’s skin was tanned and weathered, his hair black and his e

she said meaningfully and waved goodbye and left me. I just shrugged it off and went straight to my room. I was used to Sofia being cryptic at times. When I entered the room, I opened a drawer and took out a piece of paper, a bunch of paper charms and attached it to that dresser. “ Mayari Hill.” A pentagram appeared then the mirror showed my sister. She was in some kind of a forest, her hair was tied in a bun. “Mayari,” I said. She turned in my direction and automatically

she teased. Tilly placed her head in her hands. “Oh god. I hadn’t even thought about that…but what if it isn’t a date? What if it is just about helping his sister?” Mia rolled her eyes. “Tilly. I wouldn’t be surprised if his sister isn’t even interested in photography. He might not even have a sister! This is a date. Trust me.” “But what about that girl we saw at the party? They looked really close.” Tilly bit her lip and looked away.

How can I stop myself? Brows furrowing, I lean my hip against the table and flipped the first page open. The writing is somewhat faded I have to squint to make out the words. My sister was born on a cold, cold night, when I pulled her from my mother’s womb, there was no color to her, I thought her strange for she had curls of white hair and moons for eyes. My eyes widen. Oh, my goddess, A silver one, this is a journal written by the sibling of a silver one.

" Hearing his words, my eyelashes fluttered slightly. I bent down, picked up the book from the floor, and walked toward him, step by step. The guys standing beside him smirked, their eyes filled with disdain and undisguised malice. I smiled. "Like this—?" Without warning, I swung the book, its hard spine slamming viciously into his nose. "Ahh!!—" Nicholas shot up from his chair, yelling in pain. He clutched his nose, blood streaming down his fingers. Then, suddenly, he flashed me a cold, sinister smile.

And that never amounts to anything good. He's handsome, but if I weren't his sisters, I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole. His involvement in a dangerous world, is also dangerous for anyone who approaches him. Even I who became his sister already had his punishment, embedded in my skin like a fresh wound. He catches my uneasy glance and rolls his eyes at me.

When we are all close, I see that the girls are all beautiful and different from each other, two are blondes, one redhead and one brunette. “What's up little sis?” Bryan asks as he hugs the blonde who waved at him. So, this is his sister, Ness, you can see some similarities, like the green eyes and blonde hair. “Yes, you are, now let me go.” Ness pushes him. “Friends, this is my sister Ness, this is Liz.” Bryan indicates the other blonde. “This is Sarah.” He indicates the redhead. “And this is Rayka.” Bryan indicates the brunette. I can't help but notice that she looks angry at him when his name is spoken. If the brunette is beautiful, I imagine that smiling must be even more beautiful.

“Cornered, little sister. Just like a frightened animal. What will you do now?” Marcus’s voice followed, calm and commanding. “The game is over, Clara. Hand over the book.” Clara turned in a slow, unsteady circle. The well loomed before her, its dark mouth yawning like an endless pit. Moss covered its rim, slippery with dew. She had no way of knowing how deep it went, no way of knowing if anything lay within but emptiness.

"Henry, what are you suggesting?" "I'm suggesting we stop pretending we don't struggle with our vows," Father Henry said bluntly. "I'm suggesting that God has given us a gift...a sister who can relieve our burdens while we relieve hers. Sister Veronica came to me in confession. She's desperately lonely. Sexually frustrated. Missing physical touch. And her body produces this"...he squeezed her breast again, making more milk flow...."which she's been wasting. Pouring down drains. When she could be offering it to us." "You want us to....to nurse from her?" the Asian priest asked, his accent slight. "Like infants?"

She pushed the door open and saw her sister sitting there a huge book in hand and her glasses slipping over her face. Arabella was not aware of her sister's presence in her room. Seraphina put down the money on her sister's book. Arabella looked up the smile turning into a frown.