Two Sisters Novel Novels & Stories

They were still the same in filling the holes of their lies. “Yes, I don’t know why they slept though given it is a good book. Do you want me to tell you some about it?” “That will not be necessary. Go on.” Sister Rene said. My sisters went away straightly after being dismissed, and it hurt me to see that they went separate ways again. Agnes to her crowd and Fatma with Linda, leaving Abigail and Edith on our part of the table. But before I could join them, I had to ask Sister Rene what was exactly going on. I stood still beside her, “Sister Rene, can I ask you something?”

When Mom gave birth to my baby sister, Jocelyn Hanson, she'd reserved an entire floor of the hospital. The next day, a young, handsome nurse named Mike Sutton kept watching her. He told Mom she needed to rest and insisted on taking Jocelyn next door to feed her. Back then, I didn't know any better, and Mom saw no reason to be suspicious. So she let him take Jocelyn. That same day, Mike vanished with Jocelyn. We never saw either of them again. Mom never forgave herself. She sank into a deep depression and eventually took her own life. Dad couldn't handle what had happened. He left me with Grandma, then took his own life too. Just like that, I lost everyone. I shut myself off from the wo

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

Please verify user. ... My body went weightless. I was floating. I drifted through the solid oak door and into the blazing light of the grand hall's crystal chandeliers. Powerful allies. Rival bosses. All eyes were on the bio-watch ticking down on Vivian's wrist. Countdown: 03:15:22. They all believed my twin sister, Vivian, would be dead by the end of the night. My father, Marcello, and my mother, Valeria, held her close.

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

"Easy." I stared at the table. At the grain of the wood blurring in front of me. "So I'm not your sister." Lucien answered. "Not by blood." Elias added quietly, "But by choice." That should've helped. Should've felt like something. It didn't. I turned to Rowan, my gaze steady even though my hands were shaking. "And you?" His throat worked. Once. Twice. Then: "You were never my sister." The room went dead silent.

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.

the sister started to protest and the first one immediately added: “If you’re into the kinky shit, you should take the both of us. Most men like us together at all times.” I looked back and front, gauging my escape. Are they really sisters or were they trying to use this to cage me? I would really love for Isabella to come right now and take me away; it’s not exactly as fanciful as I thought to be the center of attention. “Come on, handsome boy,” the second sister said and wrapped her arms around me. “Don’t you like what you see?’ “I’m not exactly comfortable and I don’t want to have sex with you both.”

The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the cubicle, and soon, my clothes, which were torn into pieces, hung loosely on me, barely covering me. A wave of shame washed over me, but the terror for my unborn child overwhelmed me as my pregnant belly was exposed before their eyes. Tears of despair streamed down my face, and suddenly, the hand over my mouth released. I seized the moment to speak. "I'm Anthony's sister!" But my words were met with mocking laughter. "I came back to save your child!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation.