Stories Of Sisters Novels & Stories

DARK SISTER POV I knew I shouldn’t be festering on it. I knew I needed to let it go and stop wallowing, but how can I? When my sisters and I died, we died together. Selene and I were cut down that day side by side, while our elder sister, the strong and brave warrior spirit of us all, rushed out ahead in an attempt to fight off the pillagers of our small village.

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.

Clarissa cut me off before I could say anything else. She even grabbed Susan's hand and started pulling her toward the door. Susan looked overjoyed, clearly never expecting that someone as poor as her would be fought over like this. At last, Ms. Abbott looked at me before turning to the Newmans, who looked visibly embarrassed. "Both sisters have good personalities. Kayla Smith, the younger sister, is also a very thoughtful and sensible child." The Newmans had watched everything that had just happened. Seeing how obedient and well-behaved I was, they agreed to adopt me.

"The sin is in letting it poison your relationship with your sister. Have you considered talking to her about your feelings?" "I'm too ashamed, Sister." Marcus's thrusts became slightly faster, and Veronica felt one of his hands slide around to play with her clit while he fucked her. "Shame keeps us isolated," Veronica said, struggling to focus. "Honesty builds bridges. Your sister likely has no idea you're struggling. Tell her. You might be surprised by her response." "You're right, Sister. Thank you." Marcus was pounding into her now—still quiet, but hard, brutal thrusts that had Veronica's whole body moving with the impacts.

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!”

She kept looking around the room unable to keep her eyes fixed on me. "So spill it."I didn't have the patience for us to be lurking around the bush. "I was jealous that he didn't even look at me you were his girlfriend sister that is that it had always been everyone finding you super attractive for your body for your face I barely get an hey you look good today," she dropped her face with a sigh and groaned, "so I guess I just wanted to prove to myself that I could get anybody I wanted to." She looked up at me with a sad pout, "when you told me you were at his house that night, I told your sister and that's how she caught you two that day."

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.

The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the cubicle, and soon, my clothes, which were torn into pieces, hung loosely on me, barely covering me. A wave of shame washed over me, but the terror for my unborn child overwhelmed me as my pregnant belly was exposed before their eyes. Tears of despair streamed down my face, and suddenly, the hand over my mouth released. I seized the moment to speak. "I'm Anthony's sister!" But my words were met with mocking laughter. "I came back to save your child!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation.

"They weren't only well-known for their beauty, but for their unity as well. People called them the inseparable sisters, and that was what they were. But as they grew, one surpassed the other in popularity and charm. She was doted on and loved by all the young alphas and princes, including those in the highest positions. She received gifts daily from men and women who admired her charm, but the other sister received nothing. The other one never bothered. She always had the thought that one day, people would recognize her charm as well, but as months grew into years, she realized that she was only loved because of her sister's charm. Slowly, they grew distant. The favored one made friends wit

Then she laughed, a soft, humorless sound. "We were so stupid." Jade's lip quivered. "We loved them." Jayla's expression darkened. "And they used us." Jasmine's jaw clenched. "Not anymore." The room was quiet, but this time it didn't hurt. It was powerful. Because for the first time in months, the three sisters weren't arguing. They weren't broken. They weren't blinded by Sarah's lies. Together for the first time they wanted revenge. The Sisters Remember – Piecing Together the Moments