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True Sisters Volume 1
True Sisters Volume 1
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True Sisters Volume 1 is all about women, sibling rivalry and unique family secrets. Whether it's an intimate bond or no connection whatsoever, sisterhood is a powerful link between two women that can deeply affect their lives. As these stories develop you will meet sisters with different personalities and relationships, and find out how their journeys together shape their family dynamics, and even change the world around them.
Experience the story of a twin who lived in her sister's shadow all her life and is suddenly left alone to find her own way. Will you relate to the girl who put her sister on a path towards death with just a few simple words? These and many more stories of sisterhood are included in this collection.
Read these stories…
Sand Dollar Wishes
My Unfaithful Heart
My Sister: Saint, Or—Sadist?
I’m Killing My Own Sister
3 Sisters, 1 Man
I’m Killing My Own Sister
And more
Excerpt:
My sister was dying, and it was all my fault. Just thinking about that made me want to hurl. I sat on my comforter and hugged my knees against my chest. I hadn’t bothered to pull off my brand-name tennis shoes as dirt streaks smeared across my bed. Mom would have a screaming fit when she saw the mess, but I hadn’t cared.
Nothing mattered anymore. Tears streamed down my cheeks and soaked into the knees of my jeans.
Experience the story of a twin who lived in her sister's shadow all her life and is suddenly left alone to find her own way. Will you relate to the girl who put her sister on a path towards death with just a few simple words? These and many more stories of sisterhood are included in this collection.
Read these stories…
Sand Dollar Wishes
My Unfaithful Heart
My Sister: Saint, Or—Sadist?
I’m Killing My Own Sister
3 Sisters, 1 Man
I’m Killing My Own Sister
And more
Excerpt:
My sister was dying, and it was all my fault. Just thinking about that made me want to hurl. I sat on my comforter and hugged my knees against my chest. I hadn’t bothered to pull off my brand-name tennis shoes as dirt streaks smeared across my bed. Mom would have a screaming fit when she saw the mess, but I hadn’t cared.
Nothing mattered anymore. Tears streamed down my cheeks and soaked into the knees of my jeans.
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