The Chicken Sisters Novels & Stories

“Did you expect anything less?” Heat rushed to my face. “I think she’s trying so hard to be like her sister,” the third one chimed in casually, taking a sip of her drink. “But she knows she can’t compete.” The words hit harder than they should have. “She doesn’t have the class,” the first one added. “So what’s left?” A pause. Then…… “She uses what she has.” Silence. For a second, the world around me faded. All I could hear were their voices.

The news of Seth's decision to adopt rapidly spread throughout the upper class. Andon stood in the corner, looking grim and ready to swallow someone whole. I held a glass of champagne and walked over to him. As I gently swirled the liquid in my glass, I smiled meaningfully. "Are you happy, Andon? You're going to have a niece and nephew soon." He stared fixedly at me, his eyes filled with rage and defiance. "Elise, you—" I interrupted him as soon as he spoke. "Be polite. I'm your sister-in-law."

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

"Well, you're going to love Chicago. I promise you. I've been to campus too already. It is an absolute dream, Hailee. Everything you need is a walk away." I smile as Dean rambles on about the campus. In the midst of leaving my family behind, at least I have him. I haven't heard from Lisa or said anything since our last conversation. She's been deliberately ignoring me these past few months and it hurts me that we've moved apart and that she won't tell me what the problem is. Honestly, I could guess what the root of it is. But I never forgot about her. Hopefully one day she'll come around. I'm glad Halsey is speaking to me again. Leaving knowing my sister wants nothing to do with me would hav

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

I accused with crossed arms “Sorry about that, anyways I came to witness Damian’s entry to our school.” She giggled. We are a fraternal twin. “Yes, girl. You’re going to be star of the moment.” Her friends, Tasha and Kelvin came to give her high-five. I forced a smile. My sister, and her squad call themselves “The Refined.” They are the most dangerous clique at Euphoren High. Stephanie kept talking with her friends, having forgotten about me.

I placed a foot on the roadway to hold the bike up and kept my eye on the restaurant. “Hey, how ‘bout a ride, cutie?” a female called out. I turned to see three young teenage girls standing in front of a nightclub, giggling and holding on to each other to keep from falling over. Less than a week ago Angie had been young, adventurous, and wild. Now she might be dead. “You girls ought to go on home and thank the Lord you’re still alive.” “Screw you!” one shouted stumbling back off the road. “We’ll just find somebody else to party with.”

I winked at him and clutched my purse tight in my grip. He leaned forward and slapped my butt, "yeah you do." I shook my head at him and made my way out of the building. * "I'm home." I announced as I walked into number 5, Alice drive. The apartment I lived in with my parent and my sisters. The greatest part of having sisters like mine, was the fact that we were triplets, and identical. "You are just in time to help me bake cookies." Becca yelled from the kitchen, earning an eye roll from me as I slammed the door shut.

We had long fantasized about the two sisters and had voiced our fantasies to each other during numerous long bouts of our sexual trysts. Nicole was older by 10 months, but no one could tell by looking at them. They were both slim and perky with black hair and green eyes. Their breasts and asses were perfectly shaped for their petite frames. As the first and third bases, these sisters were knockouts. We all hugged and chatted as we relaxed in the rec room. The sisters wore matching high loose fitting red shorts and overly large red football jerseys that gave both of them the illusion of not wearing any pants. Rebecca and I were practically salivating at the image.

When Tillie nodded he continued with, “She killed her?” Theo spoke with a sad tone. It wasn’t that he cared a fig about whether someone as evil as Louella lived or died. It was that he knew his wife would be tortured by her conscience over taking a life; even Louella’s life. “I wish,” Tillie said wistfully. “The witches helping her were worried that it would be too emotionally damaging for Davina to kill her sister so they captured and imprisoned her instead.” Theo smiled. “So, Louella is in chains too?”