Sisters Of Battle Hot Novels & Stories

I can feel the tension in her growing as each match passes. The best match of the morning is my sister, Lenora, who is my Beta Milo’s mate and Musu, who used to be the acting female Beta in her old pack before becoming mates with Marco, so it is a Beta vs Beta match. They are both very competitive and excellent fighters. Lenora barely wins by locking on a painful-looking submission hold. The two women limp out of the ring, laughing and joking with each other. I notice Lenora grab a towel to wipe blood from a cut on Musu’s chin. She has become so much more motherly to everyone since my niece Codi was born.

Two sisters fighting with each other, what drama! Queenie had done so much to slander Dr. Summers, and she had now arrived with evidence to discuss Dr. Summers’ hand in great detail… Who would have thought that they were sisters!? At that moment, Queenie, who was standing at the very back, narrowed her eyes. Her grip on the microphone faltered. After Sally had claimed that she would never call Queenie her sister again after their massive argument four years ago, she had not expected Sally to identify her as her sister now.

she added, with a loud and abrupt laugh. “Arienne,” I beamed, and she grabbed me by the hand and shook it. “You can call me Ari, though, if you like.” She smiled brightly. “I guess I should be calling you the Young Luna.” I rolled my eyes. “That would make you the Young Beta, then, right? If you’re Mustapha’s sister.” I leant in a little closer. “If you call me Ari, I’ll call you Nami.” She roared with laughter at this. “If you show you mine I’ll show you yours? Oh, Sammy, I love her. You’d best be in Salmon, that’s all I’m saying,” she said, throwing her hands up into the air.

She already seems to have convinced herself that's she's got me wrapped around her finger. I politely smile at her before exiting. I should go to my dorm first and freshen up. Hailee's P.O.V. After eating Gale and I stick around at the cafeteria as I tell him all about Halsey and Lisa. I also learn about his younger sister, Holly. She's beautiful, blonde and has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. "She's definitely going to break hearts." I kid. Gale laughs. "Or she'll be more like me. You know? Sweet, charming, gentle, caring, loving."

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

She paused before adding, "Everyone still talks about how grateful they are. You spent nearly a year tutoring us, making sure we all passed the college entrance exam. "And now, you’re using your connections to help us land internships too." She hesitated, then lowered her voice. "Sometimes it feels like a dream. "Because last night, I had one—a dream where it wasn’t you who transferred into Class Thirteen. It was your sister. "In the dream, she was the one Nicholas bullied. But instead of fighting back, she fell in love with him. "And then, right before the exam, they had a huge fight. That afternoon, Sophie and I just happened to be passing by…”

Artemisia’s blue eyes scanned the crowds, her lips pursed as she searched for the proper volunteers while I stood next to her, stern faced as I watched her take the lead. “You and you!" The volunteers stepped forward. Earth and Air; an unlikely combination. Grounded and stubborn against free-spirit and light. They took their places, weapons in hand, gleaming and sharp. The sisters stepped back and the arena was formed. Artemisia stepped forward. “You are sisters. We don't harm each other. We strengthen and sharpen each other," she said, her eyes darting between the fighters. The silence was thick, even the wind halted its course. “Begin!"

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

Steadier this time. She looked at Anna. Anna was looking back at her with an expression that was the most unguarded thing she'd ever seen on her sister's face — stripped of everything, just Anna, just the girl from the same family looking at her sister and understanding completely what had nearly happened. "Hey," Anna said softly. "You're okay," Anna said. "I'm okay," Irina said. Anna reached out and held her hand. They sat like that for a moment — the two Sabalenka sisters, in a hospital room in Atlanta, holding on.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.