Sorry Sisters Novels & Stories

Sophia replied as Jennifer sighed and nodded "Yea, you're right about that. I'm sorry,Sophia" "It's all cool,you still my bestie" "Bestie?" Jennifer asked "You don't like the sound of bestie?" Sophia asked "Bish,I'm more than your bestie" Jennifer replied. "I'm your sister from another mister and your ride or die for life" "Yea,and don't forget it" "Oh,I'll never forget,boo" Jennifer said as she wrapped her arm around Sophia. "Let's get back to the guys before they decide to do something reckless"

Clara’s hands began to shake. Another message appeared beneath it. I can still feel your hands on me. The phone nearly slipped from Clara’s fingers. Her breathing became uneven. This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. This was proof. Clara leaned against the counter as a wave of dizziness hit her. Her own sister. Her own sister had written those words. Tears blurred Clara’s vision, but she forced herself to keep reading. Another message appeared. Tomorrow night. Same place. Clara stared at the words for a long time.

Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance. The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with one of the sterling silver knives beside our plates. “Well,” Iris said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I think it’s wonderful how you’re all supporting each other through this process. It can’t be easy.” If she only knew. There was nothing wonderful about it. Just desperation, manipulation, and my own pathetic inability to say no to my sister. “Yes,” Margo agreed, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Grace has always been so accommodating. Haven’t you, dear?”

“Eli, don’t worry, even though we’re not together, all of us will do our best to help you!” “What’s the big deal about Dustin anyway? He can’t beat you. We’re all in this together. We are united as siblings!” “You will become the brightest star in this world!” The three sisters kept encouraging Elijah and offering him words of comfort. But Elijah was getting impatient. He did not need encouragement. He needed real, tangible help. Once Amara explained the situation, the three sisters fell silent and were deep in thought.

she sobbed. Samson couldn’t stand still and see her cry like this. He never held any grudge against her. She was his sister after all. And he knew her better. Her heart was always naive and pure. He stood up and comforted her by hugging her. “Sersi, it is not too late. You can take the step towards me now. I will always have your back no matter what. You did hurt us when you didn’t see us as individuals, but we know you. You didn’t have an ill intention towards us. So it is okay to make mistakes and learn from them. I love you big sister.”

"Fine. I'll apologize." Thousands of viewers flooded the livestream in seconds. I took a deep breath. My voice was shaking. "My name is Jennifer Rocher. I admit here and now that I have harmed my daughter, Ellie, as well as Lydia Winston. I sincerely apologize to both of them." Lydia dabbed at her dry eyes. "Jennifer, I don't blame you. I will raise Ellie well. Harvey says she looks just like me. Maybe that's fate—maybe we were always meant to be mother and daughter."

Emma asked calmly, “Is there something you want to ask, Third Sister?” Erica hesitated, as if she had something difficult to say, something hard to deal with. After a long pause, she opened and then closed her mouth, struggling with what she had to say. Finally, she uttered, “I... I want to ask... Third Sister, is it true that Fifth Sister wanted to harm you, which led to this?” The fourth sister, who usually appeared as if she were made of wood, unexpectedly showed some sensitivity. Emma calmly shifted her gaze and said, “What’s the matter?”

Talk about awkward. “Hi!” my youngest sister exclaims, jumping up from her seat, blue eyes laser-focused on Quinn. My other two sisters spring up, too, looking to Quinn with interest, and all three of them rush over to where we’re standing in the foyer. “This is Quinn,” I say as they approach eagerly. “She’s not my girlfriend. Don’t make it weird.” I turn to Quinn, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “These are my sisters, Juliet, Jenna and Jade,” I say, pointing to each one. “Mom clearly had a thing for J names.”

Good enough. I step out of my bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy, white towel. My sisters are keeping busy with putting away my things and changing my bedding. Their eyes- which are the same light brown hue as mine, the same color as our mother’s- meet mine. Each of them conveys words without speaking. ‘I’m here for you, little sister.’- Daya ‘It’s going to be okay.’- Saph ‘Looking better already, sis.’- Amy ‘I love you no matter what.’- Pearl

She utters. A line appears between my brows. "Wait, you are going to skip your classes because of that?" I blurt out before I can stop myself. Damn, that's insensitive. I should not have said that. It's too late. I can't take it back. My sister spins around to face me, I know I have upset her. "You've never had a boyfriend before, so you wouldn't understand how it feels to have your heartbroken," Sarah bursts out. "My best friend's heart just got broken, and you're worried about missing boring class. Really? You can tell our dad I skipped if you like."