Sisters Book Cover Novels & Stories

She didn’t look at all the type of woman who had given birth to five children. “And these are my sisters,” Creighton continued, showing her a portrait of two young women in their teen years. The oldest had dark hair that hung down to her waist as she stood next to her sister, her hands folded on the back of a chair, her eyes the same dark blue as the others. The younger girl sat sideways in the wooden chair. Her slender legs crossed at the ankle beneath an attractive dark-green skirt, her hands folded in her lap and her hair, much like her sister’s, was long and dark, draped across her shoulder. They both smiled, resembling their brothers and parents and Sandra couldn’t help but smile in ret

I couldn't get who she was. I grabbed one of the picture books on the table, and read the title on it. It had a name, "Jamilah," on it. Who was this person? I opened the book, and noticed the pictures further. The person seemed to be really close to Ace and his family. As I checked further, I saw another title which stated, "My sister." I opened it also, and shockingly, it was the lady's photos that it suspended. Ace had a sister? He never stated that to me before. How was that possible? Even Mrs Norman never spoke about that too. That was so surprising. But, if he had a sister, where could she be then?

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

Mom and Jorge's scheme was full of flaws. Diana had been living with Henry under my name and identity so as to keep him from noticing anything unusual. He probably did not even know about the existence of such a plan all these years. But if I were to go to Henry, all of their lies would fall like a house of cards. However, I never went to look for Henry. Diana was my younger twin sister. If she was happy, then I was delighted too. I always believed that we should treat each other with sincerity. Since Diana was my younger sister, it was only natural that I give in to her demands.

The book flutters to the floor, forgotten. His warm brown eyes pierce into mine. I am on top of him, my body pressed against him. His eyes move away from mine, landing lower. I follow his gaze. My boobs are pressed against his chest. He is staring at them, and I feel my face flush. Panic wells in my chest as I remember that my sister is in the kitchen downstairs, and the door is still unlocked. What if she walks in on us like this? I struggle to sit up, but his hands tighten on my hips, holding me in place. I want to tell him to let me go, but the words die on my lips.

Chapter 53: The Sister's Game "What are you doing here? I thought we booked for Cassandra," Christy glared down at her, but her sister only grinned wider, ignoring her stares as she turned to look at me. Her eyes were the same color as Christy's - bright brown - and her lips were full, her face perfectly symmetrical. She was like a wild supermodel who knew exactly how beautiful she was. "You need to move on from me fucking your ex-boyfriend two years ago, Christy. And don't tell me this is the Alpha King's new wife."

I actually got the book before getting her to attend Crescent party. I know that Crescent likes my sister a lot, he hides it so well, but Jack and I know. I wanted him to be a little happy, so i made Luna attend his birthday party. My introverted sister of course won't agree, so I made her an offer she won't reject. "My book Lyall" she said raising her voice a little. "I don't remember any book Lil sis". I couldn't take it any longer her deadly stare made me confess. "Ohhh! That book... Here it is" I handed the book over to her and her excitement immediately sky rocket.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon, expensive cigars, and the cheap, thrilling musk of a woman who wasn't my wife. Beatrice, my wife's younger sister, stood by the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, her fingers tracing the spines of leather-bound classics. She was wearing a dress that was a direct insult to Bianca-shorter, tighter, and cut so low it was practically an invitation for a lawsuit. She knew exactly what she was doing. She'd been doing it for years.

A long, exhausting day had taken its toll, and Clara drifted off to sleep almost immediately. … Back at the rented apartment, uninvited guests had arrived. "This is the place. The jewelry and clothes those women have are worth a fortune." "My sister took one of their diamond rings and sold it for millions." There were four of them, black stockings pulled over their faces. Judging by the way they spoke, the leader was the landlord's younger brother. "That's right. These are the Chamberlain sisters, the ones who crossed the Draconox Archon. We clean them out completely, and nobody's going to speak up for them."

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.