Sisters Book Cover Novels & Stories

Clarissa cut me off before I could say anything else. She even grabbed Susan's hand and started pulling her toward the door. Susan looked overjoyed, clearly never expecting that someone as poor as her would be fought over like this. At last, Ms. Abbott looked at me before turning to the Newmans, who looked visibly embarrassed. "Both sisters have good personalities. Kayla Smith, the younger sister, is also a very thoughtful and sensible child." The Newmans had watched everything that had just happened. Seeing how obedient and well-behaved I was, they agreed to adopt me.

The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71. I found the second shelf on the case and scanned for my next book. Book thirteen had a cover of deep purple. I frowned at the woman looking up at me, scanning over her tangled fiery curls, the cinnamon freckles across her nose, and the way her emerald eyes seemed to twinkle at me from the cover. Her hair and eyes were the only familiar thing about her. My face was a bit rounder than hers, and definitely held a bit more baby fat. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full, conventionally beautiful in a wild sort of way. I felt that twinge of guilt as I looked down at the cover. “Sasha Burnette, Game 51.”

Selene replies, “It's possible. Still, the reason doesn't leave me calm.” I watch as Selene makes her book appear by snapping her fingers. And there it is. An identical copy to the one Artemis has, except for the cover: a full moon. Both sisters start turning the pages frantically, discussing notes and making comments about things that I don't understand. Selene finally said, “Good. Tell her what we think happened to Hecate. Now go away. I'm waiting for the arrival of a couple of werewolves.” I watch as Artemis hugs her sister and kisses her on the cheek. Then she says, “Take care, sister! I will be back.”

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

She was not paying attention. I then asked the older sister who facing the unlit fireplace, she was stitching a scarf made out of red yarns, “Excuse me, sister, have you seen a book with a handwritten title on the cover? Its mine I left it yesterday.” But she only answered me a “No.” “Is this what you are looking for?” A stern voice said. And then I saw it, the plain white cover and the failed cursive of the title. Unfortunately, it was Sister Rene who was the one holding the book.

The TikToker had over four million followers, and soon the chat was filled with comments. “Isn’t this the heir of the Smiths? Total rich kid!” “The girl blessed by Lucas must be so lucky!” “Mr. Smith, your humble servant awaits! When can I start my duties?” People were joking around, but Lucas went viral. Some even expressed jealousy towards Veronica. Not long after, Veronica herself posted a picture on social media, with the caption: [I finally got my strawberry-flavored gummy bear! Happiness is when your wishes come true!] In the picture, there was a beautifully wrapped plate of strawberry-flavored snacks, and right next to her was Lucas.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

"Lunch has arrived." Taking a quick shower instead, I rejoin my son who is playing happily on the floor near a large picture window overlooking a verdant green landscape. It is so beautiful here. Casually, I look over at the coffee table and see something that draws my attention, something startling. A very familiar face is staring at me from the cover. It is almost as if she is mocking me. "Reunited!" The cover reads in big bold letters. "The Miracle Sisters!" What the...

But when she pulled it free, her breath stopped. The book was unlike anything she had ever seen. Its cover was bound in leather so dark it seemed almost black, though in the right light it shimmered faintly with hues of deep crimson. Strange symbols—curved, jagged, and foreign—were etched into its surface, pressed deep into the hide like scars. No title marked its spine. A lock, thin and ancient-looking, sealed its pages.