A Tale Of Two Sisters Review の小説・ストーリー

"When I was a kid—" "She's lying!" Vivian screeched, cutting me off. "This is a painting of when Horace and I first met! "I drew this piece before, and Vivian saw it and thought it looked beautiful, so she asked me about the story behind it. I didn't expect that she'd plagiarize it completely! "How could someone like that be qualified to go to Paris?" Ah, she'd finally shown her true objective. Carl and I were the only ones who had gotten accepted to the Academy of Fine Arts, after all.

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.

Veronica was severely burned, and in her desperation, she took James down with her. By the time everything was over, Monica and I had already moved on to our next destination. The view ahead was even better.

"I will." "So what did you find from them?" Mitch asked. "Your sisters." She sighed tiredly. "Two of my sisters woke up from a nightmare. Another woke up with the same chill as me." "So it's a bad omen then..." Mitch noted. She nodded. "But I do not know if it is related to Terry's claim to what he saw at the border. But we should be careful." Mitch crumpled the map and pushed it aside. "Does any of your sisters have any lead on what this could mean?"

I nudged him sharply and he stifled a smile. Andrea’s face lightened up a little. “Oh is that so?”she asked. Leaning close, I whispered low enough for only Kaden to hear. "Step-sister huh?” I asked through gritted teeth. “Same one you want her legs spread wide open for only you?” He bit his lip to suppress his smile from growing wider. “I’m just being protective over my baby sis.” I frowned. “Just wait till we get out of here,big brother.” Andrea must have been feeling awkward not being able to catch what we were saying and decided it was time to leave.

"Your turn." I sigh and rest my head on the sofa head. "A story about two girls,twins, Mona and Lisa. Mona was always the bubbly one while Lisa was the shy one, she wanted simple,she wanted normal,she wanted to choose her own career, husband and lifestyle, while Mona wanted fabulous,luxury, being perfect even if it meant pleasing everyone and losing herself. The two girls loved each other so much, one day, Mona got in trouble and Lisa took the blame. Mona saw how much her sister loved and would do anything for her,so she got in trouble again and as expected, Lisa took the blame."

Just like Uncle said, I must become strong and work hard to become a great woman in the future. The plan was simple: work hard, save enough money, then further my education. That was the plan, but I guess nature has a way of doing things. "What the fuck are thinking about?! Huh!" The annoying voice rang out behind me and I could guess that person instantly. I've been living with two young masters for a while now, and though they look identical, I was able to identify them through their eyes. Uncle always drives Lewie, the Young master with blossoming green eyes, to the office every day, while Leon, the Young Master with blue eyes, stays behind.

That alone was disturbing. “Wait,” I said slowly, eyes narrowing as I looked from one identical face to the other. “You’re Shadowcrests.” They exchanged a glance. Not the wary kind, the telepathic twin kind. Then they grinned at the same time, bright and unapologetic. “Guilty,” the one closest to me said cheerfully. “Blood sisters.” “Unfortunately,” the other added with a dramatic sigh. “Same parents. Same cursed family dinners.” I blinked. Blood sisters.

Love is just a sick joke nothing but a child’s play. Only immature people fall in love. I wasted my love on the wrong girl, the wrong person and look what love drove me to become. But what was that feeling? A feeling almost familiar, but stronger than a fairytale. And when I asked my men to do a quick research about the two sisters, I didn’t hesitate when they delivered the information. Though she’s a twin, she looks ten times more beautiful. Beautiful and cute. No, no, no, Riven , what are you thinking? Get back to your senses.