Sisters Of Battle Hot Novels & Stories

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.

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

“Even now, he still calls for Selene. Even now, in his last moments, he refuses to acknowledge you.” Something inside Lyra finally snapped. Her voice came out sharper than she intended. “You think I don’t know that? You think I haven’t spent ten years being reminded that I destroyed this family?” Cassian froze for half a second, then his anger surged again. “You slept with your sister’s future mate!” “I didn’t seduce him!” Lyra’s voice echoed down the corridor before she could stop it. Several guards turned their heads. She didn’t care. Her throat tightened painfully as years of silence pressed against her chest.

Everyone that I loved was either dead, or betraying me one after the other. I closed my eyes momentarily. This life was so sad and harsh, and I was going to get to war with it headlong. I pushed my hair back once more. I’m not going to sit around wondering why Maya betrayed me. I was going to do one thing. Fight.

I rushed over to my mother's side. "You shouldn't be up, mother," I said. "You should be resting." "All I do is rest. At least let me have this," she said. Her beautiful blonde hair had turned white, and her eyes had dark circles under them all the time. "I was just telling her stories of Battle Sisters," said Jonathan smiling softly. "Battle Sisters," I asked. "You're sisters made a name for themselves at the capital. Oh, I wished you had gone with them," my mother said. "You'd be much happier out there."

"I was just getting some fresh air, Alex. Stop being so nosy." "I’m your brother," the thick-browed man asserted, grabbing his sister's arm as she tried to walk away. "Who’s going to protect you if not me?" "I don't need your protection!" "Haha, Lis. I never thought you’d become this rebellious in just a week. For your information, I could easily follow you and beat that boyfriend of yours to a pulp. But I’ve been patient because I respect your privacy. So, stop seeing whatever prick is making you stay out this late."

"Heidi, you ran off on your wedding to fool around with some man here? Have you no shame left at all?" Dad's face was grim. "You've had your tantrum—now come back. Don't make us a laughingstock." Clifton's gaze fell on Tyler, and he growled, "Who is he?" I set down my cup. "He's my neighbor, Tyler Tanner." Mom rushed forward, raising her hand to slap me. "What kind of neighbor keeps you company at this hour? You shameless little slut!" Tyler caught her wrist midair. He stood in front of me and said calmly, "There's surveillance here. If you lay a hand on her again, I'll call the police."