Sisters Story Novels & Stories

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.

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………….

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."

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

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.

“We should do what the sisters is pleading. She is correct. We should not let our sisters see their barbaric ways, and we should not let them disrespect our order, and us. We should stop the fight.” But the first sister was still in the opposition, “This is not right, mother, sister.” “I beg to disagree, sister.” What I said made every one of them turned to me, “This is nothing, but right.” No, this is nothing, but lies. After infiltrating the council of sisters, it was time for me to make sure that many of us would take notice of the match to support my plead. If I would tell them there would be a fight, of course they would avoid it, one, because we were told to stay clear of the knights,

“Prostitution.” The word landed between us like a heavy stone. “And who told you this?” I asked sharply. “Her sister.” I stiffened, my thoughts racing. I didn't know whom this sister was so I couldn't know if she was lying or saying the truth. Micheal’s face twisted with despair. “Her sister said things got too hard. She tried to stop Mannie, but she didn’t listen. She sold herself until she got pregnant. And not with one child—eight. Eight at once.”

"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."

She looked over at her to find her blue eyes watching her. "Can you tell me the story?" Claire asked, batting her eyes. Morgan smiled standing up. "Ok." She said dusting the sand off her knee and made her way to Claire. She sat on the bed, her back facing the door and brushed a strand of Claire's golden hair out of her eye. "Once upon a time there were two sisters. One younger sister and an older sister. The younger sister had hair the color of sunshine and eyes bluer and brighter than the sky." Morgan began.

It all came down to certain men. She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me, crossing her legs elegantly. Her eyes roamed over my exposed chest for the second time, but there was lust in them. It would do me some good if she got me a shirt or something. “Let me tell you a story, sweet child.” She chuckled, like she could read my mind. “About the business brothers… ugh, terrible name. Told them that was a terrible name. “Anyway, once upon a time. There was a business sister…”