Sisters Stories Novels & Stories

>>> Whiskey was a memory of warmth in my stomach as I sat in front of Gallena's TV table, which was very moody this time. "Fright Night, Evil Dead, or Night of the Living Dead?" I put the movie on my lap and waited for an answer. Gallena's muffled words could be heard from the bed. "Sixteen Candles." My eyes widened. "Sixteen Candles?" "Mmhm." This is bad. Very bad. "Are you really sure?" She sighed. "Yes, Gretta." "Okay. . . let me take it." I looked at my sister like she had grown two more heads as I walked out of the room. However, she only looked drunk and tired, covered by the Star Wars blanket.

“In the realm where moonlit glades and ancient forests merged, a tale of two twin werewolf sisters emerged—one born of silvered privilege and the other forged in the fires of wild determination. Their destinies, like Yin and Yang, would shape the balance of their world. The first sister, born under a radiant full moon, was cherished from the moment of her arrival. Wrapped in the warmth of a loving pack, she grew amid adoration and protection. She was a delicate blossom sheltered from the storms of life, her every wish catered to as if by an army of devoted servants.

“To stop running. To remember what it means to be wolf without someone pulling the strings.” Brina leaned back, eyes fixed on the flames. “We all came from somewhere like that. Some of us were born wolves. Others were changed. But out here, the only thing that matters is who you choose to be when the moon rises.” Another elder, a woman with silver in her braid, spoke gently. “We keep stories. Would you hear one?” Evelyn nodded. The woman began: “Long ago, before the world named us monsters, there were two sisters. One carried fire in her heart and ran with fury. The other walked slowly and carried stories. Both were wolves. Both were needed. But only one survived the winter.”

Calling me an idiot right now? Completely valid. Honestly, what else do you call a girl who just discovered she has two birth sisters? A girl whose supposed husband….no, contract husband married her just to hand her over to a father she never even knew? A girl whose mother lied to her every single day of her life? Whose sister is a suspected maniac that possibly murdered someone in the same house she’s still living in? A girl who’s standing in the same room with the man who kept all these secrets—

"The stories begin the same way." Her voice settled into the rhythm of an old tale. "One unbearably hot afternoon, two witches went into labor. They were sisters of the same coven. Both carried children conceived with human men. When the births were over..." She paused. "...both babies were boys." My mother lowered her cup.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

"Vivian,are you sure about this,you have been like a princess all your life,i cant imagine you having to do any kind of work by yourself"Sara told her sister concern evident in her voice "We could think of another way....." "no sister,this is the only way i can meet the girls without father finding out anything"Vivian said cutting her sister off,her beautiful face was glowing from the excitement she was feeling,she was finally going to meet her tomorrow,she just couldn't wait

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replied the moved Queena as she sat at the side. Jasmine gave no verbal reply, and only stared at the sitting girl. Seeing that, Queena then began her tale. “There were once a pair of sisters, twin sisters, to be exact… Both of them were like two peas in a pod, and the older sister was named Chloe while the younger one went by Indigo. The sisters had always had a very good relationship, even from their childhood days. They always enjoyed things together, but also made sure to endure all their misfortunes side by side.”

There is no real delay, because this is the night I have been waiting for –for my plans to happen! It takes me a year to plan all of this and now it is already happening. The revenge that my sister really deserves from me. Fred gets what I mean by kissing him, and he again put his one hand on my clit and caress it which gave me a strange sensation that I just got to only really feel now and to think that Fred, my brother-in-law is the one who made me experienced those feelings. His kisses made his way to my mounds and sucked my nipples like a baby, hungry for his mother's milk. I could do nothing but press his head against my breast, while one of his hands continued to massage and do magic