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Clutching her stomach, she wheezed, “Sonny, are you trying to kill me with laughter?” Pulling him closer, she managed as she held back her laughter, “She didn’t mean that literally. I should say it’s more like a grown-up joke. Don’t take it seriously. “Gardens don’t have sisters you can just pick up. Sisters are born, like your baby cousin. Your Aunt Ser gave birth to him.” Not convinced, Sonny protested, “But Aunt Ser said sisters play on swings in gardens! She also said some sit on clouds looking for mommies. If they need mommies, we should bring them home! They can call you Mom!”

Monica had just come back from grabbing some food and getting her bandages changed when she overheard the conversation and immediately spotted the two people everyone was talking about. She flung the porridge in her hand. “You cheating scum! How dare you show your faces here!” Veronica screamed as the porridge splashed on her. “Are you crazy?!” “Crazy? Yeah, maybe I am! You said you had a stomachache that day, right? Too bad it didn’t kill you!

"She was also your sister." I moved closer and reached for her hand. "And she used you. They both did." "I know." Her voice cracked. "I wanted to help you and her. I loved my sister...or at least I loved the person I thought she was. I wanted to matter to my family." The confession really got to me. I totally get it. Helena's lies were all coming out now. "You matter," I said firmly. "You've always mattered."

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.

"Miss Clark, don't worry! I'm looking for you because I heard something interesting. More than 20 years ago, a pair of sisters gave birth to two girls. The fathers of these two girls are vastly different. One of them is a lowly driver, and the other is the boss of a large company." Paisley paused after she said that and Azalea's face changed slightly. Wasn't the driver and the boss her and Angel's fathers? Did Paisley know what happened that year? She controlled herself. "What a boring thing!" "Really? I don't think it's boring. Miss Clark, you can tell me your opinions after listening to my story." Paisley continued, "These two sisters are not biological sisters and they have no blood ties.

“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,

They are indeed SIBLINGS but their love is not a FORBIDDEN LOVE. THE END. Hello everyone, thank you so much for reading this book. I hope you enjoyed it. I will like you to know that I have other stories here, I hope you can try them out to see if you love them. Thank you again :)

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”

she told Aria one afternoon as they planted basil, “that baby is going to be so loved. And I’ll be right here, the best aunt they could ask for.” Their sisterhood was real, deep, and healing—two survivors who had chosen joy and connection despite the darkness of their pasts. It wasn’t perfect. There were still hard days when memories crashed over them like waves. But they faced those days together, hands dirty from the garden, hearts open, and the knowledge that they were no longer alone.

My voice cracked. "You need to tell us everything ?" Madden said, visibly upset. I shook my head. "Not now. Later. I promise. But first…" I pulled out the photograph of Alice in the lake. The warning on the back. The napkin. "Someone killed my sister. Someone left these warnings. Someone has been watching me since the day I arrived." Ashley stared at the evidence. Tears welled in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell us?" "Because I didn't know if I could trust you."