Sisters By Chance Novels & Stories

As he returned to work, I brought him a glass of water, when he just happened to reach out. We touched each other, but he withdrew his hand first and pretended like nothing happened. "Your sister won't survive." There was no doubt about it—anyone who could be objective would be able to see that there was no hope for my sister. Even with that mysterious spell that kept her alive despite losing almost all of her blood, it was just pointless. Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body.

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

"And all these bitchy society wives are dying of envy. You should see how they look at Hunter when he only has eyes for you. Helena never had that hold on him. He hasn't left your side." I glanced at my husband, handsome in his tuxedo as he spoke with a hospital board member. "I'm so lucky it all worked out. I hate that my sister had to die but I couldn't be happier with how my life turned out. Does that make me a bad person?" I said softly. "God, no. Grace you are one of the nicest people I know. That's how you got yourself in this mess to start with." After dinner came speeches, then dancing. Hunter led me to the floor without asking, his hand warm against my back as he pulled me close.

“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.

It’s so reposed. “Can I call you big sister? You are like a sister to me now… and since you are not married yet…” Claire said when they stop on the bench of the garden and seated next to one another. Claire is a woman of fewer words thats what she observed about her. She is like a woman version of Franz while Frianna is the sunlight of the family more cheerful and friendly. “Yeah, of course... You can call me whatever you are comfortable with then it’s ok with me…” Jamie said with a smile on her face, now she can breathe deeply since this sister is harder to please than her sister, it’s a big success for her to talk to her now.

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?"

“We got into London at 2 this afternoon but Declan has been dragging me all over town checking out camera lights. Apparently, we’ll need to fill lots of shadows when we start filming in Bath next month.” I smile as I let my sister into the house. Typical Paris, ever talkative, never allowing anyone get a word in edgeways. With only two years between us, we grew up very close and have grown closer still as adults. Physically though, we couldn't be more different, as she is the only one of us four who got our father’s stocky build. Standing an inch taller than me, even though she looks intimidating, she has the heart of an angel. “Oh my days, is that jollof rice?” she asks, racing to my plate

Of all the assholes in this world, this one got blessed with an angel. I’m the luckiest asshole there is. – Chance Chance grumbled as he made his way to the front door. He found his mother and sister, Evie and Karan. “What time is it?” he asked as the four women entered. “Eight.” His mother said and his sister added “Ish.” “Define nine. Ish.” “Seven thirty.” Karan laughed. “I need coffee.” Chance said making his way past the women and to the kitchen.

So we just carried on as best friends and ravished each other whenever we got the chance. Tonight's party had been our ultimate lesbian fantasy and we both looked forward to inducting four more girls into our sapphic society. Nicole and Nancy arrived next. No one could see the two vixens and not know they were sisters. They were so close in age, body shape, personality, and style that most people mistook them for twins. Rebecca and I looked forward to seeing how close we could entice the sisters to get with each other. We had long fantasized about the two sisters and had voiced our fantasies to each other during numerous long bouts of our sexual trysts.