Sisters Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

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?!"

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

I winked at her. Jenny and April are officially my sisters. They’re also my bridesmaids. And I couldn’t have been more happy to have them accept me as theirs as well. We are so close to each other, sharing everything like real sisters do; minus the sibling fights. We never argue or get mad at each other, and we have no reason for it in the first place. We’re so tight, we even share secrets with each others. Not that I have many of them, but I still bitch to them whenever Lucas drives me crazy sometimes and we all have a good time laughing at the men’s expenses. Diana joins us sometimes too and doesn’t feel biased to chew her sons’ heads off whenever one of them is being an idiot to one of us

Zombies hit the sixth floor, clawing at the door. Everyone froze. I didn't. I looked straight at Willa. "You made this mess. Clean it up." "Selene?!" Willa gawked like I'd slapped her. "How can you treat me like this? Aren't you my sister?" I laughed. "Oh, now I'm your sister? I'm the older one, not your maid. You're dead weight. Can't lift, can't carry, just eat and whine. And now you've got a baby? Be real. If we weren't related, you think I'd have kept you around?"

“Well, stop gossiping as if we were going to be killed instead of joining those beautiful sisters! You are good kids, so don't act like idiots!” “Don't make trouble, New Girl!” the pimply girl bluffed Venus with changed glare. Venus jerked the hand of the Pimply Girl, and then took the baby boy. Venus dragged him while glaring at anyone who was still staring openly at them. “So, who are our hostile sisters?” Venus asked lightly while stamping her buttocks, completely forgetting her fate, which was now in the middle of nowhere. “You may too, Sis,” said the girl next to Venus. Her hair was dyed the color of fire and ponytailed. Her wide eyes highlighted amusement.

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

From her instinctive thought despite her gibby demeanor –flashed Phidel a smile when their eyes met; making her sister returned the smile while she swiftly travel her gaze back to her phone. The latter had wanted to ask her sister the reason behind those broad smile but then, that will make her a weirdo among the passengers on board so decided to save it until they alight. After those anxious moments which looked like a never ending drive for Phidelia, the bus finally came to a halt at their stop. She hastily glided down the bus, followed by Phidel who looked absurdly calmer after seeing her sister– perhaps planning her next move to put Tina and her gang in a tighter corner. To make them mo

Flanking her were Julian’s older brother and sister, their tailored designer suits immaculate, their eyes locked onto me with a predatory amusement. The public masks they had worn in front of Julian last night were completely gone. "You look remarkably pale, shadow girl," Julian’s sister murmured, tapping her manicured nails against her crystal juice glass. "Did you truly believe that because our brother bared his teeth at us in your bedroom, you had actually secured a place at this table?"

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.