Sisters Stories Novels & Stories

I open it and notice the cover is thicker than a normal book cover. I skim over the page and notice all the words are in the ancient text so I hand the book to Kyra. She looks at the book, a small smile forming on her face, and then she begins to read from it. Translating it in English. "There were two sisters. One day their mother asked them to go to a garden and pick her favorite flower. She told them that they would be rewarded when they brought the flower back so both girls eagerly agreed. Two paths lead to the garden. One path had green grass and beautiful flowers that were pleasing to the eye. The other path was dry and barren land, it was a longer route to the garden and had mighty mo

she said meaningfully and waved goodbye and left me. I just shrugged it off and went straight to my room. I was used to Sofia being cryptic at times. When I entered the room, I opened a drawer and took out a piece of paper, a bunch of paper charms and attached it to that dresser. “ Mayari Hill.” A pentagram appeared then the mirror showed my sister. She was in some kind of a forest, her hair was tied in a bun. “Mayari,” I said. She turned in my direction and automatically

I said and he smiled leaning down to kiss me. *Third person Pov* They all had their happy endings I mean number of happy beginnings like those. There were downs but they never forgot that there will be ups too.. They all lived happily ever after with the support of their parents, their friends and mainly their sisters even when they found any problems.. They thought of coming out of this “Not so cliché” life but they made their own life with the efforts of their loved ones.. This is the story of these four wonderful sisters………….

“Younger sister, yes. Because we’re on the Elder Sister Island. There is a legend about these two islands, a local myth. Would you like to hear it? Could help distract you from whatever is bothering you.” “Yes, please.” She takes a deep breath and for a minute she doesn’t speak and when she does, her voice is low and somber, and I realize very quickly that this is not really a happy tale. “Once upon a time, there were two lovely sisters named Mathilda and Eva. They lived on one of the smaller islands and they loved each other very much. Eva was the younger of the two and always followed her big sister wherever she went, for their mother had died early on and Mathilda had been a mother figure

I said, smiling sadly. My voice sounded broken and I tried to control the tears that came with the memories. “Once upon a time, there were two sisters. Nefari and Neha. They loved each other fiercely and went through the depths of hell together until they decided to escape and live their dream life as Princesses.

I sighed and sat down beside him. "Pancakes?" He asked pushing his plate towards me. I shook my head. "No thanks." He chewed on the food quickly and happily. "So what did you hear yesterday?" I asked. He gleamed like he had been waiting for this question all his life. He gulped down a drink beside him. "Well, they are sisters," he said. I nodded to urge him on. "They spent their time talking about memories and childhood," he said. "I was starting to get bored, then the shorter woman, her name is Liz, and she is the older one. She started talking about a bedtime story they used to hear when they were children."

Milly Brewster was her class´s nerd, the know-it-all, the one in the group project everyone hated to work with… I could see why Asteria was pissed to have found out about sex through her… It must not have been very comfortable for her. Angie looked at us, and then when I locked eyes with her, we laughed hysterically. We could see the scene, Milly giving her a lecture about the birds and the bees… “You guys are the worst sisters,” Asteria laughed, and we rolled out again. We weren´t, we were tight, and we loved each other even when we were so different. Even when I was stressed about the possibilities, having them around with me, laughing and holding me together, made a huge difference.

That was the social climb she had sought, even if it meant burning me alive, the 'perfect man' she had convinced herself she needed. "Let's get her into isolation and call in another doctor," I said to the nurse, my voice betraying none of my turmoil. However, then, Silvia clutched at my wrist, her once immaculate nails then broken and bare. "No, you're my sister. You have to cure me!" I let out a harsh laugh and shook off her grip. "And who do you think you are?" "I'm your sister! You have to save me! I don't trust anyone else!" Her eyes were wild, almost monstrous.

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.

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"