Sisters Story Novels & Stories

I said, "Fantasies aren't reality. Standard disclaimer and all that." "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just don't want you to think I'm into it. I mean, I'm into it. I just. Look, the story's fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?" "Go for it," I said. My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don't know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.

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.

Only after a wife had given birth would she be qualified to enter the Gates family. I had been the only exception. Lillian's hand went up. The slap came down. Then another. The room rotated. I was a rag on the floor. I was barely breathing. The door opened. Charlotte White, my own sister, came running in. She kicked me in the chest before she said hello. "Silas, have you lost your mind? You made Liam lose his first child." Anyone listening would have thought it was Charlotte's child. I coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

It was because of this email that I learned about all the struggles my family had gone through over the past year. [Back then, we always said you were the strong one and that you could handle anything. Daphne was delicate; she needed looking after. So we gave her everything. We gave her all our attention and money, forgetting that you were our child too. We forgot that you also needed to be loved, and to be supported. [You must’ve felt so heartbroken on that day you saw your sister’s post. I’m only now starting to understand. It took me this long. And now it’s too late.

Celine's role evolved from protector to confidante, and Gina, in her newfound independence, still sought Celine's advice and shared her joys and sorrows. Once filled with the laughter and bickering of two young girls, the family home witnessed their growth into remarkable women. Through their journeys, they discovered that sisterhood was a matter of blood and a connection of hearts forged through shared dreams, sacrifices, and unwavering support. And so, the story of Celine and Gina unfolded, a tale of sisterhood that transcended the ordinary, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those who witnessed their journey. ***

I said and started to narrate the story " this story is about twin sisters Saanvi and Janvi.. And their friends Akansha, Sreya and Tanya. They all are best friends. Saanvi and janvi had a brother Vijay. And Akansha's brother was Akshit. He loved Saanvi.. But Saanvi couldn't accept his love want to know why? "I asked him he nodded

“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.”

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once