The Sisters Brothers Novel Novels & Stories

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

Why did he have to drag my story here? "Those brothers are in love with my sisters. I mean, they basically love each other. And Reno, they've already got pretty close. And now that the time to leave the institutes have come close, they are not agreeing with us. Our sisters are distancing themselves from us because of those mortals." "Ethel, calm down. You just repeated the words 'Brothers' and 'Sisters' a couple of times. It's actually better that we give them a chance. I feel like, let them enjoy their last days here to their fullest."

“Also, Your brothers Cain and Abel have found and marked their mates.” “Wait, what? Who are their mates?” I couldn’t believe that I missed out on another brother finding their mates. “My sisters, Remmie and Reign, turned out to be their mates. They have a weird relationship but it's been nice watching them. Your brothers are so cute with them. Those two have them completely and utterly wrapped around their fingers.” I could totally see it as my brothers were so caring towards me. Whenever we spared they would always hold back and even to this day cannot stand the thought of me being injured.

It all came down to certain men. She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me, crossing her legs elegantly. Her eyes roamed over my exposed chest for the second time, but there was lust in them. It would do me some good if she got me a shirt or something. “Let me tell you a story, sweet child.” She chuckled, like she could read my mind. “About the business brothers… ugh, terrible name. Told them that was a terrible name. “Anyway, once upon a time. There was a business sister…”

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.

You could see the hatred in his eyes. "She's not there," Arka exclaimed coldly looking at Mona who was downstairs while he was upstairs. "Is Dinda's Sister shopping?" asked Mona, feeling a chilling air as she looked up to meet Arka's gaze, making her shudder in horror and look down. "She left, and she's never coming back," Arka replied, making Mona's eyes blink and her brain tries to digest Arka's words. "What does Brother-in-Law mean?" Mona tried to push the bad thoughts out of her brain, instead, she asked Arka who immediately smiled sarcastically while stepping closer to her.

She forced a smile, but her tone was stiff. "Sister? How did you find time to come?" The jealous hatred in her eyes was almost visible. I laughed lightly, my voice carrying clearly through the suddenly quiet room. "Emily, sometimes I really wonder how we could be sisters. That brain of yours..." I deliberately paused, shaking my head with contempt. "At a time like this, instead of keeping a low profile, you dare hold such a grand banquet? Are you really not afraid this happy occasion will turn into a funeral?" The temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees. Guests began whispering, their gazes moving between Emily, James, and me.

How would her sister ever manage to survive going from an abbey into the arms of a wicked warrior? She looked up at a painting of the MacInnis brothers and sighed. Both of her husbands were staring out into the room with their nearly identical, mischievous grins. Three troublemakers, so similar in appearance that none of them could ever be punished since nobody could ever be certain which brother was responsible. In this instance, she suspected she was the one who was in the wrong, though through no fault of her own. Her father’s mischief had resulted in her being wed to two of them at once.

Maybe she's just a teenager, but I want Gretta Mikhaelovich to know I don't care for her, either. No woman with that much male attention could ever be anything but clumsy and stupid. I could tell she loved spending her daddy's money on her pink designer heels. Her sister is wearing sandals. I might save millions by marrying his sister instead. Galena is odd but interesting. If you compare her to her brother, she's amazing; if she stood next to Gretta, she would merge with the wallpaper. This scenario works well for me. I'd rather not have a wife to which all my cousins are attracted.

"Where have you been? I've looked everywhere for you but you weren't there, until finally I saw you just coming down the stairs with these two madams. Are you now the queen here? So even to come here you had to be forcibly picked up by the two of them?" Mrs. Ana and Mrs. Mercy immediately bowed in respect to my two twin sisters. And I was also very happy when they finally interacted with each other like this. Two women who are so very kind and take care of me is certainly something I want to tell my family too. "Look at this, they are two madams who are always beside me and always look after me, they both always defend me under any circumstances. If it weren't for the two of them then of cou