Sorry Sisters Novels & Stories

She spins her head from me to my sisters, then back to me. “Wait. What? Fated mate? Sister? Am I stuck in a Calvin Harris song? Can you fill me in?” Sage says with disbelief and confusion in her tone. I let out a big breath and push off the counter. “Emmy, how about you close the door?” After learning how Justin creeped on me the night of the full moon, I’m not taking chances with my door being open for others to hear these conversations. “Sage, these are my sisters: Emmy, Saph, Pearl, and Amy.” I gesture to each of my sisters, saying Amy’s name with a little annoyance. She’s always lacked a filter. She’s similar to Sage in a lot of ways. They are even the same size. Must be a short-person t

“ You could disappoint anyone Tiffanye, as long as Quinton is by your side nothing can go wrong. Get all the negativity out of your head because you are worthy. And you are meant to lead this pack to greatness. Never let anyone tell you different, become the woman you were born to be” “ You’re right thanks for the encouragement sis” “Anytime, that what sisters are for to be there to help one another through the good and bad times in our lives” Tiffanye nodded, and that when we embrace each other, in the middle of our sister bond I heard a knock on the door, I broke the hug walk over. When I open the door, on the other side of the door was Sunshyne and mom. I felt that there is going to be a

And Aiden looked at me in bewilderment, as if he hadn't noticed how lousy I look today. “Slight malaise,” I slurred, “no need to worry. Better tell us the latest news. Did you find out who was behind all this? We're still looking into it, but there aren't many options. The main version is apostates. I swallowed obscene words along with another spoonful of soup. The Resistance very skillfully framed the Sisters. “So, someone saw the distraught dark ones?” I asked a logical, from my point of view, question.

“Vampires?” “Indeed,” said a woman to Davina’s left. “They feast on her in more ways than you can imagine.” Even though she’d been mistreated by her sister for her entire life, Davina’s first instinct was to run to her aid. “I need to help her.” “That would be suicide,” said the woman. Baskin stood up. “If you want to help your sister, then go to the future and get yourself trained. Then, and only then, will you be able to help her. Doing anything else would be fruitless and more than likely fatal.”

"No. You always show up. That's not the same thing." I didn't have an answer. Liam leaned against the boards. The metal was cold. Condensation dripped down the glass. "You talked to your sister?" he asked. "Yeah." "How'd it go?" "She didn't forgive me. But she didn't kick me out either." "That's something." "That's what everyone keeps saying." "Because it's true." Liam crossed his arms. "You can't fix everything overnight. You just have to keep showing up." "That's what I'm trying to do."

"Just… my stylist must have missed it. A stupid wardrobe malfunction." "Of course," I said lightly, smiling at her. She exhaled, relieved that I won't push further. "Although," I continued, and watched her shoulders freeze, "aren't we all friends here? That's the whole point of this, isn't it? Sisterhood." I looked around the table with complete sincerity. "A safe space. Women supporting women. All of that." "Sarah—" Joye said. "If something is going on with you, Suzzy, this table should be exactly where you feel comfortable saying it." I folded my hands in front of me. "That's what Joye always says. Isn't it, Joye?"

I watched these people praise my sister, Anna Smith, and belittle me, and my heart gradually turned cold. In the family chat group, my mother mentioned Anna. Mom: [I booked the flight for you. Once we arrive in Mexico, you can buy whatever you want. I have money.] My sister hinted: [Mom, I heard that Mexico is close to Guatemala and has many good materials.] My mother immediately responded: [Okay, okay, we'll buy you a jade bracelet.]

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

A sisterhood so tight that we were the envy of Crystal High. But friendships crack. And when they do, the cracks widen. No matter how hard you try to seal them. A murder. A secret. One night. Four girls. What could have been the end of the sisterhood. The end of Me. Mira. Sandra. And… Linda.

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.