Stories About Sisters Novels & Stories

"You're useless! Can't even scrape together cash for meds! You said your sister adored you, right? Where's she now when you need her? "Trying to act like some novel's heroine with your broken self?" Derrick sneered. Silvia fell silent, but she then snapped back with a piercing screech. "This is all her fault! That awful Joanna! She's always been jealous, never wanted to see me happy! She's the real villain here, probably knew you were destined for greatness and kept me from saving you, all so she could swoop in for herself!"

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………….

My brother…your sister “…my sister…” It’s Hanan Durani’s diary and my sister was just a toy to him gathering after everything I listened about these two from my uncle. Their love story was famous in the Baloch tribes because that was the beginning of the war that caused a massive bloodshed. It was a famous love story because there wasn’t love in that.

I shrugged, returning the empty glass cup. "Just be patient with her and listen, okay?" She smiled. I returned the gesture with an added nod. "I didn't know you had a twin sister." She tried to brighten my mood. "Triplet sisters." I corrected, unable to help my laughter at the expression she wore after gaining the news. "Wow ! That must be crazy fun having people that look exactly like you." She clapped. I loved how amused she got just by knowing I had more identical sisters. "I know right?" I responded, deciding to take advantage of the time before Caramel showed up to know Ride a lot better. It could help with taking my mind off what I had to face eventually.

I said, smiling sadly. My voice sounded broken and I tried to control the tears that came with the memories. “Once upon a time, there were two sisters. Nefari and Neha. They loved each other fiercely and went through the depths of hell together until they decided to escape and live their dream life as Princesses.

People now thinks she is the prostitute when the actual prostitute was Basma. " please stop making a deal out of this. I forgot to burn it before we left home " Basma defended herself " Give it to me, I'll burn it myself." Kalthum stretched her hands out to her elder sister " it seems you've forgetting something. You don't get to talk to me like that, I'm still your elder sister " Basma reminded her

"The stories begin the same way." Her voice settled into the rhythm of an old tale. "One unbearably hot afternoon, two witches went into labor. They were sisters of the same coven. Both carried children conceived with human men. When the births were over..." She paused. "...both babies were boys." My mother lowered her cup.

I stood on the street corner for what felt like hours, finally gathering enough courage to attempt mind-linking with my sisters. Unsurprisingly, they had blocked my mental connection long ago. I sighed and pulled out my phone, calling my Alpha sister, Alexa. Twenty years as siblings should count for something. No matter how ugly things had become, we deserved one final meal together. She disconnected my calls repeatedly before finally shutting her phone off completely. I swallowed it down and dialed my Beta sister, Riley. This time, after an eternity of ringing, she deigned to answer, like she was granting me some grand favor.

I will never forget how my life changed after my sister left. At the start, they kept me from school before sending me to work at a construction site. When I came back, they made me eat scraps meant for the dog at the doorstep. I cried as I ate, feeling nothing but grievance in my heart. "Does it hurt?” Mom had taunted. “But did you suffer as much as your sister did? She was burned alive in that fire! She was only 19, and in the prime of her life!" Dad was standing beside her, equally furious. "Scott, if you hadn’t insisted on going out to buy figurines, your sister wouldn’t have died. I wish it was you who had died back then!"

She assisted by communicating the information her sisters received from the spirit of the land to the people of the region. The world around the three changed as they found their magical gifts from their witch heritage and the powers the Moon Goddess gave them. The white, black, and red wolf sisters went down into the local lore within their lifetime. For these three are from a line of ancient witches and wolves that makes history happen. Or so their mother told them. Was everything perfect in their world? No. There’s a monster out there somewhere. There’s also, one sister still who must find her mate.