The Silent Sisters Book Novels & Stories

“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.

“I heard that the inspectors are leaving tomorrow morning. What punishment do you think Clarissa will come up with for you? Silva sang as she entered the reading room. In fact, it was difficult to call this small room a hall. "Silva, why do you hate me?" Taking a deep breath, I put down my book and looked up at her. All our squabbles and conflicts suddenly seemed like baby talk to me. What kind of idiotic questions are you asking? Did you hit your head? Despite all this tirade, I noticed a flicker of confusion on her face. “I’m trying to remember the moment when exactly everything went wrong, because we were friends in childhood,” she drawled thoughtfully, carefully peering into the girl’s b

When the two left the room and the study was plunged into silence, the Sword Sisters urged Maddie to close her eyes. Maddie obeyed. The Sword Sisters began a soft humming, like the drone of bees. It was low and the Sisters didn't even stop to catch their breaths. Soon Maddie was entranced. All background noise, like the chirping of birds at the oak tree by the window and the creak of the desk faded. Only the humming of the Sisters persisted.

Every drag sharpened the silence, made the world bend around the sound of my breath. Behind the thick steel, the sisters were quiet. They thought silence was safety. But I didn’t need to hear them to know what was happening. Dahlia, crying in silence, trying to make herself smaller, her shoulders curled inward, clinging to her sister like a child. Ivana, pacing, biting her tongue until it bled, wrapping herself in that brittle armor she called strength, glaring into shadows like they might flinch first. They thought walls could hide them from me. That I needed my eyes. But fear has a sound. It bleeds through wood, stone, and silence, if you know how to listen.

"By the way, who is she? Why are you letting her hear some personal matter like this?" The blond lady response. "You don't need to worry about me. I'm Amber and I'm a lawyer and I am the one who gives all the information that Waen had told you" I was enlighten by her word but still a bit curious why is she here. "She's Hadrian's half sister, and she will be our underground partner in this case." "Half sister?" I wanted to make sure that I heard it right. And eventually receives a nod reply from both of them. I was just surprised that he had two half sister cause Hadrian never really told me or talk about his mom's second family.

said Nora, evenly, “but we are leaving before you feel entitled to any more of our time.” With that, the sisters moved fully into the party, engulfed in the sights, sounds, and nervous scents that surrounded them.

Susan saw Janice’s emerald eyes turned black, and tears of darkness trickled down from the sides. “The Queen’s Spirit,” Susan said. “We are well met.” Vivian appeared next to Susan, and she nodded. “Mother’s spirit is in her.” “Of course,” Susan said. “Let’s do this,” Janice said. Both sisters moved with the speed of light towards Janice, who also moved towards them, but Janice was faster, moving with so much ease that when she struck her sisters, they didn’t even see her close to them till they had their backs to the ground.

She didn’t look up, but her grip on the book tightened until her knuckles whitened. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his voice low, sharp, cutting through the quiet like a blade. Her jaw clenched. “You’ve been ignoring me.” Their eyes met, and the silence hummed between them, alive, dangerous, like a live wire sparking in the dark. Damien stepped closer, then another step, until the book slipped from her fingers and landed on the floor with a dull thud. Sienna rose to her feet, defiant, chin raised even though her pulse raced like a trapped bird.

“You didn’t appreciate what you had. Now you’re acting like this? For who? “I’m telling you, once you’re overseas, you’d better behave. If you cause any more trouble, don’t even think about coming back!” “Monica! Monica!” Lucas cried as the bodyguards forced him onto the plane. Monica remained unmoved. “You know, the Smiths reached out to Veronica, too. They offered her five million to cut all ties and disappear for good. “That woman loves money. She took it and swore she wouldn’t come back, but kept stirring up trouble in secret. The Smiths found out and sent her packing, taking the money back.

Instead she found the mattress was not empty, as she'd expected. There was Sister Admonition arm and leg tangled with those of Sister Adoration, two shaven heads close together, lit by the glancing rays of the sun through the narrow windows of the convent cell. She stood silently by the door as she became aware of a groaning and a panting coming from the two girls and aware also that their hands were slowly and tenderly caressing the crotch of the other.