Stories Of Sisters Novels & Stories

"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

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.”

A long, exhausting day had taken its toll, and Clara drifted off to sleep almost immediately. … Back at the rented apartment, uninvited guests had arrived. "This is the place. The jewelry and clothes those women have are worth a fortune." "My sister took one of their diamond rings and sold it for millions." There were four of them, black stockings pulled over their faces. Judging by the way they spoke, the leader was the landlord's younger brother. "That's right. These are the Chamberlain sisters, the ones who crossed the Draconox Archon. We clean them out completely, and nobody's going to speak up for them."

"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."

It started small and built into something real — genuine, unguarded, the off-key shower laugh that nobody in the world was supposed to know about, filling the hospital room at nine in the morning — and Irina started laughing too because what else were you going to do and they sat there, the two Sabalenka sisters, one of them six weeks out of a coma and one of them pregnant by the other one's fiancé, laughing in a hospital room in Atlanta like two people who had been through the absolute most and had landed, somehow, still together. When it settled Anna wiped her eyes and looked at her sister and said: "Tell me everything. From the beginning. Leave nothing out." So Irina did.

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

“In the realm where moonlit glades and ancient forests merged, a tale of two twin werewolf sisters emerged—one born of silvered privilege and the other forged in the fires of wild determination. Their destinies, like Yin and Yang, would shape the balance of their world. The first sister, born under a radiant full moon, was cherished from the moment of her arrival. Wrapped in the warmth of a loving pack, she grew amid adoration and protection. She was a delicate blossom sheltered from the storms of life, her every wish catered to as if by an army of devoted servants.

And that never amounts to anything good. He's handsome, but if I weren't his sisters, I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole. His involvement in a dangerous world, is also dangerous for anyone who approaches him. Even I who became his sister already had his punishment, embedded in my skin like a fresh wound. He catches my uneasy glance and rolls his eyes at me.