Suicide Sisters Novels & Stories

"Now that you two know this, and you chose to be partners to do what? Kill me? Are you guys insane? You can't keep me in here forever. Sooner or later, everyone else will notice that I'm gone." "Shut up." Caramel commented, the tension in her building up. "Your sweet mother will call you to inform you that your sister is gone." I smirked, loving how much it affected her to hear the words. "Fuck it, I asked you to shut the hell up." She had begun to yank on her hair. "What then will you do? Join them to call the cops?" I ignored her. She growled, picking up the glass cup of water they had given to me and smashing with a scream. "Shut it.. shut it, shut the fuck up!" She yelled, taking deep br

she said meaningfully and waved goodbye and left me. I just shrugged it off and went straight to my room. I was used to Sofia being cryptic at times. When I entered the room, I opened a drawer and took out a piece of paper, a bunch of paper charms and attached it to that dresser. “ Mayari Hill.” A pentagram appeared then the mirror showed my sister. She was in some kind of a forest, her hair was tied in a bun. “Mayari,” I said. She turned in my direction and automatically

Marin said, shaking her head. “What exactly do you want?” Lorraine asked again. “We want everything about you, including your life!” After Marin finished her sentence, the four sisters acted at the same time. In just an instant, they surrounded Lorraine, cutting off her escape route. Although they were very weak, they had combat experience. Especially the eldest sister Marin and the second sister Ursa. The two were once peak True Saints who were only one step away from being Sacred Saints. Such powerhouses would also be peak Pre-Saints even if they dropped one level.

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.

She was calling him through the mind ink, but he was suddenly feeling too weak to even open his mouth or activate the link with his sister. “Wh-what…is…happening..C-Caerus?” he asked as he clutched his bare chest while the pain ran through his entire body. Gio felt blood come out from his mouth and nose, and he tried to wipe it away. “Anastagio…” Caerus spoke, “You need to be strong and live. Unlike you and me who have a bit of a connection, our sisters are complete opposites. They are bound to kill each other, and neither of them could be balanced, which is why they need you and me to help them.”

There have been rumors that they are an item, and looking at them now, I can understand why. My sister always gets touchy-feely with the people she likes. I remember when she used to drape herself all over me when we were younger. I guess she has outgrown that now. "So I heard you and Aiden are partners on this project," Sarah says, looking back and forth between us. "That is right," I reply. “Blacksmith is my partner.” Sarah frowns, her eyes flicking from me to Aiden. "I must say, it is kind of unusual to hear you call him 'Blacksmith'. It is distant and formal, but I guess that's just your way." She rambles.

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat." I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.

Even your sister turned her back on me because of you. She chuckled bitterly “You seemed to always have heroes, didn’t you? Now, let’s see if anyone would save you, like they saved Susan,” she said sarcastically. My blood turned cold. She killed Susan. She was going to kill me too. Zara smiled at me in a devilish way as she suddenly yanked my hair with her free hand. “I can’t just wait for you to die, so I would have Damian. I’d also become closer to my real father. Isn’t that such a great idea? I would have everything you ever own!!” She released her firm grip from my hair, and my head swayed roughly. There strands of my hair in her palm.

She simply instructed her assistant to inform Rebecca, who was at the psychiatric hospital. That very night, Rebecca committed suicide, following their parents in death.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.