Sisters Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

I stiffened. A group of girls stood by the fountain …hair glossy, lips painted, laughter sharp as razors. I knew them. Everyone did. They were the daughters of senators, CEOs, ministers. Girls who smiled sweetly in selfies and spat poison the second the camera clicked off. The elite. The untouchables. They called themselves Sassy. God knows why. And in the middle of them, like a rose among thorns, was my sister. Nina. Her arms were crossed, an awkward smile curling her lips. “Guys, stop. She’s just…you know. Quiet.”

Good night ladies" he said and left the two sisters alone Basma looked at her sister, who still looks as if she was in daze . " What the heck did I just witness?!Are you getting squishy with sir Faisal! I can't believe how low you could be " Basma yelled Kalthum groaned " please leave me alone. " she pushed her sister out of the way so she could go back to their lodge. " I'm not done talking to you " Basma grabbed Kalthum's hand. " please Basma I'm tired right now as you can see"

Do I have to die? [Mitchell, am I never going home again?] Mitchell's hands trembled violently, his face drained of all color. His shoulders shook as he finally broke down, his cries echoing through the room. "Nora… What the hell did I do? What have I done to my sister?" - On his way to the hospital, Mitchell received a call from a friend.

She rushed forward and grabbed Yuna’s hand. “Yuna, what do you mean by that? “M-my illness… is it because of you? How could you do this to me and your father?!” She broke down, sobbing as she beat her own thigh in despair. “Your father and I have spent our whole lives favoring you over your sister, just so you could have a better life. And this is what we raised? A heartless ingrate! “You ungrateful child! Ungrateful child!”

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.

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

“Once upon a time, there were two sisters. Riley and Rachel Heiner. They were complete polar opposites. Riley was two years older than Rachel, and was a big-time rebel. She defied her parents and partied all night. She got herself a tattoo when she was sixteen and a piercing at seventeen. She was a popular cheerleader at her school and wore shocking outfits. She could down shots quicker than she could solve sums. She was nothing but trouble. Meanwhile, Rachel was an introvert. She was a complete sweetheart and was gentle and caring. She was a straight A student, an all rounder. She never did anything against her parents’ wishes. She was the one who cleaned up after Riley’s messes, the one wh

Moving the magic calabash slightly to his left caused three more faces to appear, all of horrible. They were un-clothed, sick with some illness that had no name, and perhaps utterly insane. Almost all of them possessed a sinister grin that belied their sorry condition. The oldest of the sisters, perhaps seventy years in age, spoke. She said how delightful it was that someone other than creatures should visit them and perhaps bring them treats and rescue them. She hoped whoever stood before them now would be of help.

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and thei