Sisters Stories Novels & Stories

The sisters—whose eyes had been blinded—cried tears of blood. "What about the news of the sisters falling in love with a 70-year-old foreigner and eloping with him overseas?" Zagreus looked at me as if he were asking for a pat. "I had the entertainment reporters write those stories. That way, their disappearance is easier to explain!" The Stein sisters "looked down", knowing they had lost. This fate could have befallen them earlier—the brothers had not acted because Lindsay and I were not important enough to them yet.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

They were still the same in filling the holes of their lies. “Yes, I don’t know why they slept though given it is a good book. Do you want me to tell you some about it?” “That will not be necessary. Go on.” Sister Rene said. My sisters went away straightly after being dismissed, and it hurt me to see that they went separate ways again. Agnes to her crowd and Fatma with Linda, leaving Abigail and Edith on our part of the table. But before I could join them, I had to ask Sister Rene what was exactly going on. I stood still beside her, “Sister Rene, can I ask you something?”

Part 1 Alot of people have different life tale, I have read many and never thought I will one day tell mine here for others to read. I have held back for so long and Just felt is time to let my pain out. I will start right from when it all began. I came from a loving home, my parents were awesome when it comes to caring for us. I'm the first child and have younger siblings. A sister Lucia and two brothers. My parents were young and love each other before getting married.

People now thinks she is the prostitute when the actual prostitute was Basma. " please stop making a deal out of this. I forgot to burn it before we left home " Basma defended herself " Give it to me, I'll burn it myself." Kalthum stretched her hands out to her elder sister " it seems you've forgetting something. You don't get to talk to me like that, I'm still your elder sister " Basma reminded her

"It was a lot of words, and they kept blurring together so I just decided to go to bed and wing the whole meeting." Zypher shook her head at me even though she was smiling. "I understand you. I suffered that when I was still leaving with 'the sisters'. I had to read up on files for upcoming missions. It was hectic." "Sisters? You sound like a bunch of witches or something like that. Do you guys have like a sisterhood of some sorts?" "Yeah. It's a sisterhood for abused women who went through a lot." That piqued my interest. "Explain to me how everything works."

There was no answer. I turned to look at the first girl I saw, "hey have you seen my sister- Sarah anywhere?" I wondered, knowing that I didn't know who she was so there was a high chance she didn't know who I was. "She's still getting her makeup done over there." She pointed at a group of women and I realised they were trying to work on her hair and face at the same time. "Thank you," I smiled at her and went to meet my sister. "Sarah," I stood in front of her, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand what the definition of a small wedding is." I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time.

Every night, before the kids were drifted to sleep, Ruthie always tell them different types of stories, and there was a day she told them story about, two sisters, and she promised them to continue with the story the following day, The next day, when the children, Juliana and Juliet were on the bed about to sleep, they eager to listen to the story Ruthie promised them, and Juliana said, “Ruthie, you promised telling us Interesting story today. “Ok, yeah, I remember, once upon a time, there was a two sister living In a orphanage home, The senior sister Is calm while the junior one wayward, and she doesn't take nonsense, One day, whey they brought some unique children to the orphanage, she wa

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the cubicle, and soon, my clothes, which were torn into pieces, hung loosely on me, barely covering me. A wave of shame washed over me, but the terror for my unborn child overwhelmed me as my pregnant belly was exposed before their eyes. Tears of despair streamed down my face, and suddenly, the hand over my mouth released. I seized the moment to speak. "I'm Anthony's sister!" But my words were met with mocking laughter. "I came back to save your child!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation.