Suicide Sisters Novels & Stories

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

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.

Hard to miss or forget. "You're just jealous because Daniel was staring at her all night," another woman replied. That sounds like Ficanzi, Nicholas' younger sister. She's close to my age, maybe a little younger, with light brown hair and eyes. I've only spoken to her once, but she seems nice. "I don't care what Daniel does. I already have Theo," Kianna replied. I heard a rustling sound like someone digging through their wallet, then silence, probably putting makeup back on. "They killed her boyfriend for taking her away, did you know? A guy from Moscow."

There, by the sea, he was shot more than twenty times. He died on the spot. As for my adoptive parents, they were sentenced to twenty years in prison. When the news came out, Stacy killed herself. Maybe she truly felt like she had lost everything, with no way to claw her way back. Or maybe, just maybe, she still believed that dying would give her another chance at rebirth. But who could say for sure? I shut my laptop and walked over to the sink to wash my hands. Through the window, I saw Sophie and Jenna standing outside the research institute with the rest of our old classmates from Class Thirteen.

Mitne 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.

Did that mean whether it was her mother and sister working together or her sister acting alone, their goal was to threaten her father and prevent him from divorcing her mother? "Also, in reality, your mom did not take that many sleeping pills. Your sister managed to bribe the doctor responsible for treating your mom. She made him stay in the operating room for a long time, creating a false impression that your mom was in danger and nearly beyond saving. “After all, if you want to stage a suicide, it needs to appear like you genuinely want to end your life," Chris explained. He had to admit that Sierra was somewhat clever, but unfortunately, she was using her intelligence for the wrong reason

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

They knew I wasn’t done, because a woman like me did not use three bombs when she still had one grenade left in her bag. “And then… Zach…” I swallowed again. “He’s met them,” I said. Sienna’s thumb stopped moving. Arianna slowly turned toward me again. “The twins,” I added, as if they needed help. “Max and Issa.” The amber lamp on the table made their faces look like a painting of two beautiful women who had just witnessed a murder but were too rich to scream. “First from a distance at the party,” I said. “Then closer. A lot closer.”

Title: The Twin Sisters Two twin sisters, Aurélie and Béatrice, physically identical but with very different personalities, are at the heart of this story. Aurélie, recently married to Lorenzo, presents herself to him as an experienced woman, but actually hides her virginity and a deep anxiety about physical intimacy.

“You’re going.” Ivy Hart slowly looked up from her book, disbelief filling her face immediately. “Absolutely not.” Scarlett leaned against the bedroom doorway with her arms crossed, looking flawless even in irritation. Their identical dark hair fell in soft waves over their shoulders, their matching gray eyes sharp with opposite emotions, to strangers they looked exactly alike, same height, same face and same beauty. But personality changed everything, Scarlett carried confidence like a crown, Ivy carried silence like armor. “Stop being dramatic,” Scarlett said impatiently. “It’s just prom.”