Novel & Cerita Sisters Stories

As he eats dinner cooked by his mother, he is so hard. So ready. It's all he can think about as he eats his peas and chicken with gravy. His stomach is churning as he cleans his plate. His sister is looking at a flyer for a group of girls who do volunteer work. They called themselves the Sisters of Mercy. Not nuns, just some good girls wanting to help out. They were said to bring a smile of relief to everyone they visited, but that's a story for another day.

I stood on the street corner for what felt like hours, finally gathering enough courage to attempt mind-linking with my sisters. Unsurprisingly, they had blocked my mental connection long ago. I sighed and pulled out my phone, calling my Alpha sister, Alexa. Twenty years as siblings should count for something. No matter how ugly things had become, we deserved one final meal together. She disconnected my calls repeatedly before finally shutting her phone off completely. I swallowed it down and dialed my Beta sister, Riley. This time, after an eternity of ringing, she deigned to answer, like she was granting me some grand favor.

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

Allison turned furiously to go in too but I held her hand. She turned back to look at me. "Why are you holding my hand?, Let me go!" She yelled angrily. There were tears in her eyes. I breathed in." Allison, what have I ever done wrong to deserve you hating me this much? I just want us to be best friends and sisters. Is that too much to ask? "I said softly. Allison looked unbelievably at me. " We can't be friends Maya talk less of sisters. You have a perfect life and I don't. You've got a mommy,daddy,step brother... a big room with pretty things! We can't be friends"

All he had to do was report to the infirmary. I don't know why my parents decided to register me, but seven years later this decision saved my sister. Fira has lived all her life without leaving home, she has never seen the sunlight, she has never felt the wind on her face and she has not seen other Lierians except for the three of us. But even such a fate was much better than the one that Crime had prepared for her.

Brutal looking men were turning into even more vicious looking wolves everywhere you looked. Nora was already gone, swallowed up and protected by her new pack. Cassie was determined to get to her sisters. They came into this world during a war, and she refused to lose them during another one.

Then she laughed, a soft, humorless sound. "We were so stupid." Jade's lip quivered. "We loved them." Jayla's expression darkened. "And they used us." Jasmine's jaw clenched. "Not anymore." The room was quiet, but this time it didn't hurt. It was powerful. Because for the first time in months, the three sisters weren't arguing. They weren't broken. They weren't blinded by Sarah's lies. Together for the first time they wanted revenge. The Sisters Remember – Piecing Together the Moments

Monica had just come back from grabbing some food and getting her bandages changed when she overheard the conversation and immediately spotted the two people everyone was talking about. She flung the porridge in her hand. “You cheating scum! How dare you show your faces here!” Veronica screamed as the porridge splashed on her. “Are you crazy?!” “Crazy? Yeah, maybe I am! You said you had a stomachache that day, right? Too bad it didn’t kill you!

Over by the apiary, a female in a white suit and veil is smoking the bees. Another female, Wrenlee’s sister, Annabel, is perched on an overturned bushel basket, picking peas. Their youngest sister, Laney, sits nearly in the grass, shelling the peas and popping at least every other one in her mouth. “Hello, sisters,” I call. They both wave. They’re still shy of me and the other males, but they don’t smell of fear anymore, and that’s a blessing.

"Cynthia was our real sister! You're the fake!" The entitled look of arrogance on Sarah's face instantly froze. Joseph trembled as he picked up the reports from the floor, reading them over and over again. "No... That's impossible..." he muttered, shaking all over. "The sister we lost... The real sister we searched for over ten years..." Thomas' voice was terribly hoarse. "It was never Sarah." He pointed in the direction where my spirit floated. For a moment, I thought he could see me. "It was Cynthia."