Romans & histoires A Tale Of Two Sisters Review

I shrugged, returning the empty glass cup. "Just be patient with her and listen, okay?" She smiled. I returned the gesture with an added nod. "I didn't know you had a twin sister." She tried to brighten my mood. "Triplet sisters." I corrected, unable to help my laughter at the expression she wore after gaining the news. "Wow ! That must be crazy fun having people that look exactly like you." She clapped. I loved how amused she got just by knowing I had more identical sisters. "I know right?" I responded, deciding to take advantage of the time before Caramel showed up to know Ride a lot better. It could help with taking my mind off what I had to face eventually.

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

“Your previous partners have withdrawn. Your creditors are preparing to move. And within the next seventy-two hours, your company’s financial state will become public knowledge.” She didn’t move. Impressive. But I saw the fear flash in her eyes. It was quick. Almost unnoticeable. “You’ve done your research,” she said. “It’s my business to.” I let the silence stretch, as I observed. She didn’t rush to fill it. If she was uncomfortable, she didn't show it. One more point in her favor. “I assume,” she continued, “that this is where you tell me you’re our only option.” I almost smiled.

She could squeeze my fingers with her right hand. I was drowning, but the system was working. Then came the night of the Blood Moon Festival. Tasha showed me the announcement on her phone, her expression laced with pity as she half-hid the screen. It was a lavish garden venue layout. White roses. Pictures from the rehearsal dinner showing my sister glowing, radiant, and smug.

Hearing that, the giant rock leaves my chest, and a loud laugh bursts out of my mouth. Zanele and I are identical twin sisters. We have the exact same bone structure, but her wolf beauty was always a little bit brighter than mine. If this female has a face full of ugly spots, she cannot be my sister. Zanele's skin was perfect. I slam the phone down and spin my cup of red wine around, a wicked, murderous look flashing in my eyes. I am the one who trapped her in the flames and listened to the wood snap. There is no way she survived that night. This ugly girl just has the same name. It is just a dumb coincidence.

I probe. I am acting like I am talking to my best friend, not my sister. It seems like I have forgotten that I am even talking to my sister. What is wrong with me? I just want to have a normal conversation with my sister, and here I am, acting like this. Sarah nibbles on her bottom lip, lifting her shoulder in a half shrug. "So, are they lying or not? Is it true that you have been hanging out with Aiden? Is it true that you have been spending time alone with him?" She questions, firing the questions at me, one after the other.

I said softly, reaching out to her, "I won't let anything happen to you. She’s bitter, let her be.” Sofia nodded, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "Thank you.” But then, how could it be that these two sisters, born on the same day, now stood on such opposing ends? It was inconceivable to me. Twins were supposed to have an unbreakable bond, an unspoken understanding that transcended everything else. The thought of them turning against each other was beyond comprehension.

“You know that very well.” “I won’t let you go!” I turned the brunette toward me, holding her hand, staring into those beloved, sorrowful eyes. “I know,” Tanya whispered quietly, reaching up for a kiss. Kissing my little mate, I tasted the salty bitterness of her tears. Her soul was tearing apart—just like mine. “Sorry…” – that was the only thing I heard before SHE KNOCKED ME OUT! Only later did I find out that the two sisters had certain little tricks for dealing with werewolves—and apparently, they were quite popular!

“Please, Laura… don’t judge me until you know everything.” I don’t promise her anything, I just watch as she walks out and drives away, her taillights dissolving into the curtain of rain. This seems like a telenovela. Two sisters claiming to be the victims in their own story. If this isn't interesting then I don't know what is. Propping a portion of steak into my mouth, I pick up my phone again, this time with the determination to find out exactly what's going on.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"