The Lovely Sister Novels & Stories

Looked at her sister one more time — at the strong jaw and the tired eyes and the woman who had been through more in the last six weeks than most people went through in a lifetime and was still, fundamentally, completely Anna. "I love you," she said. She didn't say it often. Neither of them did. It was a Sabalenka thing — love expressed through showing up rather than saying, through presence rather than declaration. Anna looked at her. "I love you too," she said. "You absolute disaster of a sister." Irina walked out smiling. They left the hospital at midnight. The three of them in Curtis's car, Atlanta doing its deep night thing outside, quiet and amber and indifferent. Nobody spoke for a wh

She radiated calmness unlike Lola who was the definition of hyperactive. Thinking of Lola made my heart ache. I hadn't even left a note. I shake it off and clear my throat, shaking my head. "I can't believe you're Justin's sister," I told her truthfully, shaking my head for emphasis. She laughed loudly. "You're not the first one to say that," she admitted. "He's just...." "Brooding?" she supplied. "A jerk," I said blatantly. He had barely acknowledged me and snapped every time he got the chance.

She would always choose him. Finn sighed inwardly. He sat on the bed beside her and held her hand. “Why are you so ready to get rid of me then?” Jojo swallowed hard. “Finn, she says you are hers. She has your child. She loves you, but I'm only your sister. She can give you what I can't.” As she spoke, she was staring out through the window. Even though she loved Finn so much, she was only his sister. Vera could get married to him and give him kids.

“You’re my sister, and I’ll always be here for you.” Their embrace was tight and soothing, as if they were sealing a promise in that very moment—to support and cherish one another through thick and thin. Standing together in the embrace of the forest, cradled by nature's beauty, Aria recognized that she had indeed discovered a true sister in Luna, a connection that transcended the confines of words. Their souls felt intertwined, as if they had been woven together by fate, destined to journey through life side by side.

A nobody. The whole celebration was captivating but somehow the only thing I could sense was the sharlt scent of pine, leather and slice that filled the room. And there, at the heart of it all, stood my sister. Selene. She was radiant, so beautiful that it was hard to believe that we are related or even sisters, her golden hair was braided into a crown that glowed even the dark and then icy blue eyes framed her face perfectly, her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass but she still managed to look more feminine than I could ever be.

Then, they also left the room where she was. When it was finished, she still remained inside the room and waited to be called. She was even a little surprised when someone came in and approached her, who was just as beautiful as she was, her younger sister Girlie. She even jumps a little because of so much joy as if she was the one who will be mated. But if there's one who is the happiest of all, it is Divine. "Oh, don't cry," Girlie immediately approached her older sister when she noticed that she was about to cry.

He is so. "His sister..." She murmured while smiling as the train of thoughts break in between. "...his sister used to dance as she was very good at it. He used to say her sister looks beautiful only when she dances. Just to tease her. Her dance was magical and rhythmic with every beat. She was beautiful too like an angel." She was smiling but there was a hint of sadness in it as her eyes we gloomy while looking at the tea n the cup. "I didn't know she had a sister." Amber mumbled as we all were surprised hearing about her sister.

Vee kinda became comfortable, "I'm happy too... it's really good to see you.. and look at how grown Lizzie is. Does she still love Barbie..?" My little sister hated Barbie and if someone reminded her of that she was going to be a bitch. I moved from next to Vee to actually go close her. Mouth because I knew she was going to say something sly.. but I knew I was too late when she spat.. "Ms Louw... you still have my sister acting like a crazy teenager in love..." We all went quiet. Awkwardly. Quiet until Susan budged in and actually went to hug Valentia, "It's good to see you Ms Louw.. and this place looks nice..."

"I scream, 'How is that possible?' as I glare at my sister, who is still grinning at me. Her approach is slow, deliberate. Her grin is still plastered on her face. 'Brother, why are you worrying so much?' she says. I take in her appearance: her wild curly hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, her bright green eyes seem to gleam with a wicked glint, and the corners of her mouth turn up into a sinister smile. The smell of her perfume fills my nostrils, sweet and cloying. It reminds me of the false promises she's made and the lies she's told. I hear her footsteps echoing in the room, each step sounding like a warning. I can feel the tension in my muscles as she approaches me. My sister's p

Since when did they become close? I turned around at the sound of an older woman standing in front of us, with her hands on her hips. She looked angry but her eyes held warmth and longing. I recognized her immediately as Ally's Sister. Ally shrugged, pursing her lips before saying, "Hi sis." Immediately, the woman's features softened before she pulled Ally into a tight hug. "Still crazy and naughty, I see?" Her sister asked with a smile on her face. Ally tried to shrug away from the hug but I could see that she was loving the care her only big sister was showing to her. A sister's love for her younger sister is like nothing else in the world. It knows no laws. It is pure and it will always b