Sisters Stories Novels & Stories

"Well, you're going to love Chicago. I promise you. I've been to campus too already. It is an absolute dream, Hailee. Everything you need is a walk away." I smile as Dean rambles on about the campus. In the midst of leaving my family behind, at least I have him. I haven't heard from Lisa or said anything since our last conversation. She's been deliberately ignoring me these past few months and it hurts me that we've moved apart and that she won't tell me what the problem is. Honestly, I could guess what the root of it is. But I never forgot about her. Hopefully one day she'll come around. I'm glad Halsey is speaking to me again. Leaving knowing my sister wants nothing to do with me would hav

She listened to how people spoke about grief, about tragedy, about the Lannister war as though it were history, not memory. She knew how quickly stories twisted. She refused to let what happened to Rain, to her mother, to their family, become rumour with neat edges. Someone needed to remember the truth. Even if it hurt. Especially because it hurt. The sisters moved through the school together, but not in step. Gina floated ahead, with a hand extended toward the world. Mina followed behind, hands tucked in her pockets, analysing everything she saw. They loved each other. They frustrated each other. They had always been at different sides of the same wound.

“Carolina and me are sisters!” “Oh, yeah?” I smile, this time with more joy. “Is your sister here?” Carolina asks. I let out a deep breath, standing up to switch spots with her. “Do you want to try braiding Missy’s hair?” She nods, sliding over to sit behind her little sister. I take her seat, helping direct her and answer her questions. Once she finds a steady rhythm, I say, “My sister died while we were trying to escape and find the Sun Warriors.”

A sisterhood so tight that we were the envy of Crystal High. But friendships crack. And when they do, the cracks widen. No matter how hard you try to seal them. A murder. A secret. One night. Four girls. What could have been the end of the sisterhood. The end of Me. Mira. Sandra. And… Linda.

Upon opening my eyes, I spotted my older sister, Marissa Lipton, fiddling with my phone. Unlike in my previous life, where she immediately began shouting at me, her brows were furrowed as she took out her own phone. It looked like she was jotting something down. Immediately, I understood that she had been reborn along with me, back to the moment she discovered that I had been dating someone online. In our last life, she hadn't wasted any time before tattling to our parents about it. She claimed that I had gone down the wrong path and was cheating on my fiance behind his back.

“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.

As he returned to work, I brought him a glass of water, when he just happened to reach out. We touched each other, but he withdrew his hand first and pretended like nothing happened. "Your sister won't survive." There was no doubt about it—anyone who could be objective would be able to see that there was no hope for my sister. Even with that mysterious spell that kept her alive despite losing almost all of her blood, it was just pointless. Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body.

"Fair enough. Ridiculous. But doesn't it strike you as equally ridiculous that all nine of you sisters were born with something wrong?" The sisters exchanged glances. A thoughtful look passed across their faces. All nine of them carried some kind of ailment. They had never examined that fact directly before. Now that it had been placed before them, they considered it and realized it was true. "What are you implying?" Amara asked with a frown. Getting sick was normal. She suffered from migraines, but those were the result of overwork and constant stress. Everyone who worked hard these days got headaches. Hilda was the most hot-tempered of the group and the quickest to speak her mind. "We get

My brother…your sister “…my sister…” It’s Hanan Durani’s diary and my sister was just a toy to him gathering after everything I listened about these two from my uncle. Their love story was famous in the Baloch tribes because that was the beginning of the war that caused a massive bloodshed. It was a famous love story because there wasn’t love in that.