The Lost Sisters Novels & Stories

Someone is doing this because they are trying to get to me, I'll make sure to behead whoever tried this nonsense. Diana is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I won't let anybody or anyone take her away from me, if I have to drive through the whole of Georgia to find Diana I'll do it. I sent Diana's picture to the special agent and continued my search. ****** "Where is the girl?" The head of the goons yelled. "We lost her" the goons fell to the floor and begged. "We are sorry, we chased her but she hid somewhere and that's how we lost her"

And then she called that high school best friend her cousin always talk about but then no clues as well. It creeps to her. How they treated Brieanna and how they avoided her feelings when she lost Kirby. He was the one precious thing that kept her going and when she lost him she just shut down entirely. I told her I would be there, Kendal thought, but I was never there. After her long loud phone call, Mary had joined them for tea. Her face painted with frustration, dipping the tea bag like she's in a hurry. "You know what Susie and our other relatives told me?"

“What?” “Imagine a man like me holding power when I couldn’t even hold on to the one woman who made me feel human. When I lost Stelleza, I lost touch with the world. But you came along and when I lost you, I lost touch with myself and reality. I drowned so deep.” My fingers tighten around her waist for anchor. “For the first time, I experienced the kind of loss that rewires a man.” She stiffens, right before her face twists into disgust. “You dated two sisters, Damian. How shameless could you be?”

“This is Elizabeth and this is Penelope, two of my missing sisters. When were these pictures taken?” “After they had been brutally murdered in London when they went back from visiting their homes. Both their faces were horribly disfigured and gauged with some kind of unknown instrument,” said Nathan. He tried to be as calm as possible. He was delivering the news of death of two older sisters to their youngest brother. Whatever might be, the blow was supposed to be severe and he was waiting for the outburst. “I don’t understand,” Lancelot said aggressively. “There is no sign of mutilation on these photos.”

"We were six. We cut our thumbs with a kitchen knife and promised to be sisters forever." "Not sisters. We were very specific about that. Sisters was too ordinary. We wanted something stronger. Bonded by Blood soul sisters, we called it. Soul sisters. Because we'd both lost someone—you your mother’s sense of safety, me my father and we knew we'd have to fight to keep anyone else. We swore we'd train together, protect each other, and never lie to each other." Elena squeezed Hanna's fingers. The grass tickled her ankles. Somewhere inside her, the baby rolled a slow, deliberate pressure that reminded her she wasn't alone anymore. She'd never been alone. "I remember."

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.

"Silence!" They were suddenly interrupted by the harsh voice of mother Felicia, the Abbess, from above. She was actually referring to all the nuns. Dead silence immediately engulfed the hall as Mother Felicia with Gladys standing right behind her, appeared on one of the small balconies above overlooking the dining room. She placed her chubby hands on the concrete banister and stared down at the women with solemn eyes. "I am sorry to announce that we have just lost four of our sisters! Sister Ann, Sister Megan, Sister Louis and Sister Pat." She announced, her voice devoid of any feeling of sympathy nor grief.

At least not about her humiliation how her own husband lost her in poker and made her a lost bet. He nodded at her, understanding her. “You…you.. you are lying, aren’t you? You are just trying to save her. Say it’s not true, Aslan.” Elena didn't like the tremor in Joanna's voice. His family looked up at him, and here he was flinging it all to pprotect Elena. He sighed and then looked away from her to his sister. “I am sorry, Jo.” “You… can’t. You have two sisters. How could you?”

He whispers. “So, what did you do to become a Lost?” “I murdered my sister’s abuser; he had been sexually abusing her for years before I found them one night. I killed him.” “I think that was very noble of you. How old was she? If you don’t mind my asking.” “She was 10 when it started, and I killed him when she was 16. It took 6 years to figure out what was happening to her. I was a terrible brother to have not noticed.”

“You mean the same girl you messed up with? The one you referred to as your wife?” “Exactly. They both look so alike, I’ll be surprised if they truly aren’t the same persons or sisters. I’ve asked her about it but she says she’s not the one. I don’t know why she would lie but I – “ “Hold up, man. Calm down. This stuff happens all the time. We’ve got a lot of lookalikes moving around these days.” “I know what you’re trying to say, man,” I argued. “But I know what I’m saying. They’re the same person. She’s just scared to admit that we’ve met before. And that’s strange as fuck.”