Tales Of The Two Sisters Novels & Stories

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

Brutal looking men were turning into even more vicious looking wolves everywhere you looked. Nora was already gone, swallowed up and protected by her new pack. Cassie was determined to get to her sisters. They came into this world during a war, and she refused to lose them during another one.

My grandma says she is like the Yin and Yang; she is in the middle who balances the good and bad. Every night the stories will change, but the characters are still the same, but the ending of that story is also still the same, Avis died, to save him. It made me curious ever since that night. It made wonder who are they. I want to know more about them even if it’s just a story. But the night I went to my grandmother’s room to ask her to tell me a story again, I found out she was dead. She wasn’t breathing.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

"Indeed. The garden is particularly lovely this season." Joseph's hand moved to Veronica's breast, squeezing roughly, and she nearly cried out but managed to muffle it at the last second. The sisters continued their conversation, walking slowly, examining flowers, completely unaware that just beyond the thick rose bushes, their fellow sister was being brutally fucked by a priest. It took three agonizing minutes before the sisters' voices faded, moving to a different part of the garden. The moment they were gone, Joseph pulled out and spun Veronica around. "On your back. On the ground. Now."

Questioning back in delight, Serena was polite enough first to look at the woman who sighed a heavy breath while turning and leaning backwards towards the railing. "Nicole, Kevin's sister." She replied looking at Serena who also matched her eyes with her the same minute, in realisation. Not to mention with a frown decorated over her features, Serena seemed quite confused to comment over anything first. "Why are you here all alone, shouldn't you be with your brother and celebrate with him?" Serena questioned as Nicole chuckled off her words without any care to mind her seriously. That very laugh hinted a sense of humour, she was hurt. "He wouldn't want me there."

Their eyes were open and hollow, and blood gushed out from their slit throats. The rain and the occasional thunder rumbling from the skies couldn’t hide the growls from the monsters with thick furs roaming and searching the forest for any survivors. Bright golden eyes widened in fear as two sisters—one was sixteen and the other eighteen, lay hidden under a fallen tree that served as a bridge to a big gaping hole in the ground. Nessie Rowan, the younger of the two, held onto her sister’s hands tightly. In response, Natalia pulled Nessie closer to her. Their frail bodies couldn’t give off any warmth as they were soaked from running in the rain in a haste escape from their pursuers.

Just like Uncle said, I must become strong and work hard to become a great woman in the future. The plan was simple: work hard, save enough money, then further my education. That was the plan, but I guess nature has a way of doing things. "What the fuck are thinking about?! Huh!" The annoying voice rang out behind me and I could guess that person instantly. I've been living with two young masters for a while now, and though they look identical, I was able to identify them through their eyes. Uncle always drives Lewie, the Young master with blossoming green eyes, to the office every day, while Leon, the Young Master with blue eyes, stays behind.

Vicky slipped her phone into Ariel’s hand, her smile triumphant. “Watch this, my princess. This is what I caught.” Ariel pressed play, her face darkening with each word. Anna’s voice filled the room—scheming, deceiving, and then that final blow: “my lovely sister.” Ariel’s eyes widened, rage flashing in them. “So… they’re even sisters?” Her voice cut like a blade. “Then they’re dead. Both of them.”

“But…there’s something there. Those two sisters are the cleverest, craziest, funniest women I’ve ever met. I couldn’t choose one over the other. They knew that too so…” “They don’t look that alike, if they managed to fool you with twin tricks, you must have been blind as a bat,” I laughed. Adrian just shook his head. “I told you, they’re something else. They both came up to me. I had finished delivering to Luna Matilda and they followed me back to the bike.” “And?” my mind conjuring up a filthy scenario which Mani immediately judged me for.