Novel & Cerita Stories About Sisters

"I'm sorry for causing you all trouble. This is a family matter and shouldn't be taken up in public, but my mother's actions have made me really worried about misunderstandings about our hotel. We only charge normal room rates and haven't overcharged our guests a single penny." Seeing this, the onlookers could not help but comment. "I've seen people favor sons over daughters, but I've never seen anyone favor the older sister over the younger." "Gosh, how can the mother and older sister be so shameless? All these years, the younger sister has been the one financially supporting the family, treating them to meals and so on, yet the mother insists on giving credit to the older sister, who feels

The next morning, the sunlight poured through the thin curtains of Anita’s apartment, illuminating the small living room with a harsh glow that seemed to mirror the weight pressing down on her chest. She sat at the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the floor, her mind mixed with responsibilities and worries. Grace. Her sister, barely twenty-two, pregnant, abandoned, and desperate. And somehow, the entire problem had landed squarely on Anita’s shoulders.

"You hit me?" I let out a cold, mocking smile and said nothing. I raised my hand again. Before it could fall, someone grabbed my wrist. Lillian's face was cold and tense. "Silas, you've gone too far. You skipped our wedding and made me a laughingstock. And now you're hitting your own sister?" I looked at the woman I had grown up with. My chest tightened. I was about to explain myself–when Liam suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me.

Milly Brewster was her class´s nerd, the know-it-all, the one in the group project everyone hated to work with… I could see why Asteria was pissed to have found out about sex through her… It must not have been very comfortable for her. Angie looked at us, and then when I locked eyes with her, we laughed hysterically. We could see the scene, Milly giving her a lecture about the birds and the bees… “You guys are the worst sisters,” Asteria laughed, and we rolled out again. We weren´t, we were tight, and we loved each other even when we were so different. Even when I was stressed about the possibilities, having them around with me, laughing and holding me together, made a huge difference.

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

They were sisters, bound by blood, shared experiences, and cemented by an unbreakable promise of support and love. After their emotional reunion, the sisters settled into a cozy nook, their hearts eager to weave their lives together through the stories they had carried alone for too long. Laughter bubbled up between them like a gentle brook as they reminisced about childhood dreams and whispered secrets that had shaped their identities. They shared the legacy of their parents—their indomitable strength, their sacrifices, and the rich stories that had molded them into the resilient women they had become. The dark war that had once torn them apart transformed into a shared history, a chapter i

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.

Rosaria listened to it with no real emotion but Kamilia stabbed the table twice, missing Damir’s hand narrowly as he pulled it away. “It’s like a telanovela.” Rosaria finally said as we ate Ptichye Moloko. “Except a bit stupider. There was no mother-in-law involved. And everyone was okay with cheating on one another.” I raised an eyebrow. “Your stories of your sisters is pretty intense.” She rolled her eyes. “They were petty and childish. Always fighting over the best men coming over to buy them.” “It’s gross.” Kamilia was waving a finger with the rest of her hand holding a can of beer. “Woman being sold is so last century.”

“We are trying to stop them, but they are not listening to us, Luna Emerald.” These words came from the woman who just asked for my help. I glanced at her and sighed. “What happened to them? Why are they fighting?” I mumbled, and the woman sighed. “Based on what I know, they are fighting because of one man. They are sisters, Luna Emerald.” I was stunned in my direction upon hearing these words. I never expected to find out that the women fighting right now were siblings and worst, it's because of one man. This is exactly so sad. I have to help them. They should not kill each other because they are siblings, but most of all, they should not do that just for a man.

Athena speaks up. "Something tells me it will be my brother Ruslan!" My thought goes to the sadness I saw in his eyes. "Well, we'll have three more stories from our family to follow, and I hope they're as eventful as ours were!" Gaia says before diving in. I look in her direction and start laughing, remembering her story, the sisters who swapped brides on her wedding day. Before I could splash water on her face, I'm startled when I felt something pulling my foot, and I thrashed around as I felt a hand pulling me down.