Unlucky Sisters Movie Novels & Stories

“Then she will have to be removed.” Clara’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp. The hedge rustled faintly, betraying her presence. “Did you hear that?” Elianna demanded. Clara fled silently through the opposite path, her heart pounding like a drum. She did not stop until she reached her chamber, bolting the door behind her. She pressed her back against the wood, trembling. Removed. The word echoed in her ears. Her own sister was planning her destruction. Adrian’s Doubts

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and thei

Refusing to be an ass, he let go of my hands and quickly took Samantha’s in a firm shake. “In the flesh.” He revealed his dazzling lady smile that had me rolling my eyes heavenward. What a traitor. He was going to pay for this. “I am Samantha.” She smiled dearly at him, “Of course, the Undead Sister.” He added up causing Samantha to cackle up. I wish I shared her sense of humor. And notice the sarcasm. “Right. Sounds like fantasy.” She accompanied her words with a little giggle before looking at me.

It started small and built into something real — genuine, unguarded, the off-key shower laugh that nobody in the world was supposed to know about, filling the hospital room at nine in the morning — and Irina started laughing too because what else were you going to do and they sat there, the two Sabalenka sisters, one of them six weeks out of a coma and one of them pregnant by the other one's fiancé, laughing in a hospital room in Atlanta like two people who had been through the absolute most and had landed, somehow, still together. When it settled Anna wiped her eyes and looked at her sister and said: "Tell me everything. From the beginning. Leave nothing out." So Irina did.

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

"Rising supermodel Noelle Lynch sabotaged her own sister's engagement and stole her fiance. Ungrateful and disloyal, she repaid years of devotion with betrayal." The post briefly laid out the past, detailing how I had spent years giving everything to support my disabled sister, sacrificing my youth and putting my own wedding on hold for her, only to be betrayed by both her and my fiance in the end. The logic was sound, the details rang true, and it instantly set the whole internet ablaze. In barely half an hour, the post racked up a million likes. Countless netizens flooded the comments to defend me, slamming Noelle for her ingratitude and for biting the hand that fed her.

The doctor continued on to fetch her helpers. Slipping into the examination room, she found Louella lying peacefully on the table. Hearing someone enter, Louella rolled her head to the side and slowly opened her eyes. “Well, if it isn’t my long lost crazy sister,” she said lazily. “How’d you manage to escape the witch burning?” “You and I both know that we’re not true sisters,” Davina said. She was surprised at the amount of anger and hate she suddenly felt. “So, you also know that I’m a powerful witch.”

I had no choice but to face them. "What a small world, Raina! I didn't expect to see you inside the mall instead of inside a prison," Aira said to me with a grin. "You should give birth inside a prison so your child can grow up there. Surely, he will become a criminal when he grows up." "You're right, Aira. Mr. Mondragon is too forgiving to let the woman who killed his mother roam outside of prison," added Luca. Not only is my half-sister the villain in my life, but also the two witches in front of me.

“Their identities are hidden. So was Rosalind’s but I was able to use your blood bond to find her. But I want to take a guess at who except me can perform such a spell, I have only one guess. The sisters. Two of the most powerful witches I know.” I rose my brow. The sisters? Who could those be? No matter who they were, they were coning down. “Who are these ducking bitches and where are they? They are dying tonight.” She stared at me and shook her head. “As cute as you are, you are totally blind to what happens around you. The sisters are two people you know well. Are you going to tell me you had no idea Lola and Marina were sisters?” My mouth fell open at that realization. Marina has been de