The Sisters Closet Novels & Stories

And, it is not just a crop top, it is also sleeveless. I study my reflection in the full-length mirror, the crop top making me feel a little self-conscious. Am I trying too hard? Would Aiden think that I am trying to impress him? Fuck that! I don't care. I just want to look good. It is not like I am trying to impress anyone, right? Or maybe, I am. Besides, a little effort never hurts anyone, right? I am just trying to look my best. I grab my handbag, checking to make sure I have everything I need. I am about to open the door when it swings open, revealing my sister on the other side.

When he entered, Tabitha and Claire were in their new underwear and discussing which outfit to wear. “Oh, Blake, just in time. Which outfit should we wear?” Claire asked casually, like she didn’t care they were in their underwear. Blake looked at them, forgetting his initial reason for entering the room in asking about the home’s cleaning. They had matching black silk-laced underwear, and the material barely hid the dark areolas and perky nipples beneath their bras, and their womanhood was seen through being trimmed and shaved under their panties. The sisters both had garter belts holding dark silk stockings, making their lingerie very appealing to the eyes. Blake gulped and pried his eyes a

My younger sister, Halsey, greets me. “Hey, what’s up with the big smile so early in the morning?” I ask while drying my shoes on the doormat. “You, wanna know?” She asks with surprised eyes. “Yeah. I mean, why not?” I ask, looking at her with a confused expression. She glares back at me as if not knowing what to say. “I’ll tell you later.” She answers as she walks away. I roll my eyes and scoff as I watch her make her way upstairs. I follow behind and head to the bathroom.

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

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.

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

My Aunts, Uncle and Grandparents have taken over the parlour, sleeping there every night. There is always an abundance of dirty dishes and pots in the sink, smudges on the cream titles and brown lumps in the toilet. My tall, doe-eyed cousin—Akeye— has the loudest snore, she keeps me up at night. Her plump, short sister—Ukwudi—always keeps her used sanitary pads on display in the sink and Gigi, a cousin from my father's side prays loudly all night long, binding and casting the usual demons. I cannot wait for them to leave. Dad goes straight to his room, ignoring my Uncle—Mum's younger brother—who trails behind him in a bid to ask him for favours. We exchange pleasantries with the relatives in

Needing people and making the need look like an invitation. She thought about growing up alongside her. Two sisters in a small apartment in Kyiv, sharing a bedroom that was too small and a life that was big enough anyway. Anna always more polished, more certain, more everything — or seeming so, which Irina now understood was not the same thing at all. Anna constructing the composed version of herself so thoroughly and so early that even the people closest to her had started to mistake the construction for the person. She thought about Zara. About the call.

Without waiting for her to respond, I added, "Some of the things you need are already arranged in the closet and in the bathroom. You can reach out to my assistant if the clothes don't fit or you don't like them." She opened the closet, and the look on her face was priceless. If she thought she was splurging this afternoon, I wondered what she thought of this. She seemed to be at a loss for words, so I just bade her goodnight. On my way out, I popped back in to remind her of her new reality. "Get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day." With that, I closed the door behind me. IVY. I breathed a sigh of relief as the door shut behind him. I hate how my anxiety fluctuates around him. One

Girls laughing, choosing dresses, dreaming of tomorrow. We moved through the boutique like a small storm of excitement. The shopkeeper, a sweet woman named Clara, didn’t even flinch at our wolfish energy. She fluttered around us, pinning hems, adjusting sleeves, showing swatches of fabric that shimmered under the lights. “Your sister,” she whispered to me at one point, “is the happiest bride I’ve seen in years. You can see it in her eyes. That’s real love.” I smiled, pride swelling in my chest. “Yes,” I said quietly. “It is.”