Story Of Sisters Novels & Stories

She finished and held my hands. “Trust me on this one my dear, things are going to go as planned and you won’t have any reasons to regret. Your happy days are here!” “Thanks mom, these words mean a lot to me. If I may ask, how many of them would be coming over?” I asked her. “I’m not exactly sure of that but about six of them were present at the court on that day.” She replied. “What are their names and who are they?” I asked again. “Max is your father’s elder brother, Jenny his kid sister and her twin Patric, Jenny’s husband Simon and their kids, Alex and Brenda. They are twins as well.” She told me smiling.

I was glad for them, proud even, but gods, it ached. We crowded them, Elenwyn, Ilyra, Hasmik, Mirenya, Rhalia, and I, and suddenly titles and rivalries seemed laughable. We were long past contenders for a crown. We were sisters who had survived nights of whispers, mornings of comforting smiles, and tears pressed into pillows. We had learned each other's tempers, secrets, and laughter. And now two pieces of us were leaving.

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and thei

She listened to how people spoke about grief, about tragedy, about the Lannister war as though it were history, not memory. She knew how quickly stories twisted. She refused to let what happened to Rain, to her mother, to their family, become rumour with neat edges. Someone needed to remember the truth. Even if it hurt. Especially because it hurt. The sisters moved through the school together, but not in step. Gina floated ahead, with a hand extended toward the world. Mina followed behind, hands tucked in her pockets, analysing everything she saw. They loved each other. They frustrated each other. They had always been at different sides of the same wound.

was Mary's question. "Yes! Boss, we're in charge of it," the staff replied. "Good. I hope you're happy, Mommy; you don't want to work. Did you also steal the money from the MGC?" It's a question. "Yes, boss. I'm fine. What's up? It looks like your sister stole money, but, in fact, you all went to ten million." I don't really know exactly what I've been recording about the bruha. I don't think they're family anymore. Their work is exceedingly abundant in its iniquity.

“Younger sister, yes. Because we’re on the Elder Sister Island. There is a legend about these two islands, a local myth. Would you like to hear it? Could help distract you from whatever is bothering you.” “Yes, please.” She takes a deep breath and for a minute she doesn’t speak and when she does, her voice is low and somber, and I realize very quickly that this is not really a happy tale. “Once upon a time, there were two lovely sisters named Mathilda and Eva. They lived on one of the smaller islands and they loved each other very much. Eva was the younger of the two and always followed her big sister wherever she went, for their mother had died early on and Mathilda had been a mother figure

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

"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!"

"She's not just their sister." My stomach dropped through the ground. Rowan heard it too. His hand closed around mine, tight, grounding. We stepped into the clearing. The elders froze like kids caught stealing. "Finish the sentence," Rowan said. Calm. Lethal. Silence. "She deserves to know," he added. The eldest sighed like he'd been carrying a boulder for years. "She was taken because of what she carries. The Alpha bloodline didn't end with your father, boy. It runs strongest in her."

No wonder Anna went to work in Mexican cartel territory this time. "Your sister met a good friend who said there was a way to make money. Who would have thought that your sister would be tricked into entering Mexican cartel territory? Deena, I admit I did you wrong, but she's your sister. You can't just stand by and do nothing!" My mother looked at me with tears in her eyes. I looked at my mother with a sneer. "All these years, I always doubted whether I was your biological daughter. If I hadn't secretly done a maternity test, I wouldn't have believed that you gave birth to me, no matter what you said."