Sisters Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

I went down to get some water and something to eat since I missed dinner. After two glasses of water, my head was clear. While waiting for my food, I decided to email my therapist to book me an emergency session. I couldn't wait another week to talk to her. I haven't fully opened up to her nor have I listened to her. But there's a comfort that comes with her talking to me and trying to get me to talk. At the expense of my account balance of course, Nia didn't come cheap. After I sent the email, I was checking my inbox and then I saw it. Another terminated deal. They cut ties at the worst possible moment and they left no room for negotiation. This was the one deal that was supposed to keep us

Vicky slipped her phone into Ariel’s hand, her smile triumphant. “Watch this, my princess. This is what I caught.” Ariel pressed play, her face darkening with each word. Anna’s voice filled the room—scheming, deceiving, and then that final blow: “my lovely sister.” Ariel’s eyes widened, rage flashing in them. “So… they’re even sisters?” Her voice cut like a blade. “Then they’re dead. Both of them.”

I was getting seriously annoyed now and when I was annoyed, I was in the mood to either drink till I forgot my name or go shoot at something. “Alright Mr Big Bad Mafia Leader, we’ll leave you alone now. Honestly Stephan you’re no fun at all.” Zahra pouted at the end of her sentence, a pout that has brought many strong men to their knees. My sisters may look innocent on the outside, but they were devious vixens, and I pity the men who cross them. “Yeah, plus you owe us a little fussing right, remember the last time you guys came home after midnight, you had a fucking knife imbedded in your arm and Henrik was shot in the leg, so excuse us for caring.”

It sounded to me like someone was in pain. I hurried to the source and wished it would have been someone in pain instead. With her bedroom door opened ajar, I found my sister having sex with another man, humping her from behind. They were both naked while she had her ass in the air, his dick pounding in and out of her.

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

"Cynthia was our real sister! You're the fake!" The entitled look of arrogance on Sarah's face instantly froze. Joseph trembled as he picked up the reports from the floor, reading them over and over again. "No... That's impossible..." he muttered, shaking all over. "The sister we lost... The real sister we searched for over ten years..." Thomas' voice was terribly hoarse. "It was never Sarah." He pointed in the direction where my spirit floated. For a moment, I thought he could see me. "It was Cynthia."

I would like to get to know her better especially now after I may have messed everything up between us. “When I get back from the mission I too would like to know where my sister has spent the first seven years of her life. If one of you would care to show me?” “Of course.” Santos says. “Baby girl and boys, we need you to leave so we can plan for the mission.” As they were leaving I walked up to Analina. “Hey can I talk to you for a minute?” “Sure.” “First, I want to apologize again for my actions towards you with trying to force a marriage that you didn't want onto you. Second, I want to know you better, if you'll let me, I promise I'll keep Mariann away from you.” I tell her with all the l

Marissa sobbed through her tears, "Dad, Mom, Gordon, I called you all here today because I'm hoping you can do something about Yelena." That had Dad eyeing me with blatant displeasure. "What humiliating thing did she do this time?" "I've already caught her trying to trick me into giving her Xander's contact information several times. She must think Gordon isn't good enough and wants to steal Xander. I'm her older sister! How could she do this to me?" She then made a huge show of wiping away her tears, appearing all the more pitiful, even as she snuck glances at Gordon. In that moment, I understood—she was trying to rile Gordon up.

Sisters. Family.

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.