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Andrine’s eyes, filled with a glimmer of hope and desperation, met Alysha’s. She stepped closer, her voice softer but urgent. “You might not remember me,” she began, her tone almost pleading, “but you know I’m your sister, right?” Alysha offered a small, reassuring smile and nodded. “Of course, Andrine,” she replied gently. “I know you’re my sister.” For a brief moment, the tension in the room seemed to ease, but then Andrine’s expression shifted. The vulnerability in her eyes hardened, replaced by a quiet determination. “I need money,” she said, the words direct and unflinching.

I continue, my gaze skipping over faces I know. “But sometimes happily ever after is a house you build to your own measurements.” I lift my glass. “To my parents, who let me make messes and then stood by me. To my brother, the human breakwater. To my ridiculously talented sisters… may your filters be merciful.” “To Haylee, my general.” I raise my glass. “Sisters before Misters Always.” “To my team… Alex, Rosa, Tom, Leo, Imani, Carmen, Jules. And to all of you who came to witness a woman choosing herself.”

“My sister, she’s inside.” He looks uncertain. “I don’t want to leave you like this Ella.” I shake my head stubbornly. “I need Cora.” I need a woman, I’m coming to pieces, and no man will be able to comfort me right now. I wouldn’t normally place such a burden on my sister, but I’m afraid this scene is going to be quickly overrun with aggressive shifters, and I don’t think I can handle it.

“I wish you all the best, my dear sister.” The End

I said, and they nodded. I took a deep breath. Iris would be busy with the research, and I need her there, but I also need to prepare Central City for what is to come. I looked around the room and saw my three sisters, all of them so different but at the same time so alike, and so capable. “Elisa,” I called out to my sister,

Over by the apiary, a female in a white suit and veil is smoking the bees. Another female, Wrenlee’s sister, Annabel, is perched on an overturned bushel basket, picking peas. Their youngest sister, Laney, sits nearly in the grass, shelling the peas and popping at least every other one in her mouth. “Hello, sisters,” I call. They both wave. They’re still shy of me and the other males, but they don’t smell of fear anymore, and that’s a blessing.

I want things to go back to how it was and Stella is more or less my sister Stella cuts her right in as she says sister Stella; you can say anything but don't talk about being my sister because you'd never be my sister so just get out and don't say a word to me ever! you have no idea what it's like to lost a sister . if you did you won't constantly hurt him, he's my brother and the only relative I have . I don't talk to girls , I hate girls , girls are filled with hate and jealousy and when they can't compete, they decide to hurt you . they decide to kill you but with you, it was different. Caleb talked about how pure you are, how sweet you are and I loved you for him...

I want my mate, Alora… Fu.ckkk… I need my brother… I need his help…

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

“Vampires?” “Indeed,” said a woman to Davina’s left. “They feast on her in more ways than you can imagine.” Even though she’d been mistreated by her sister for her entire life, Davina’s first instinct was to run to her aid. “I need to help her.” “That would be suicide,” said the woman. Baskin stood up. “If you want to help your sister, then go to the future and get yourself trained. Then, and only then, will you be able to help her. Doing anything else would be fruitless and more than likely fatal.”