Angel Dust's Sister Novels & Stories

My eyes widen as I look at her and I gulp, nodding my head. “How do you …” “Hatchet is my brother. I moved out here, not long after Ryder was born. I left the MC life behind. My brother and I never stayed in touch after that. I will keep you both safe. I may no longer be part of that life, but that life remains in me. If he comes calling which he will do. You have to be ready. She is his child. The world of the MC is similar to your world. He has every right to claim her and when he does, you both will have to go with him. I’m sorry Angel.” She says to me. I look down at my sleeping little girl and sigh, knowing I can’t run from this. Same as I can’t involve my family. He doesn’t know about

Grandma Elizabeth turned to Antonio. “Who is the young woman?” “I am… Angela's sister, Kerry”. Kerry replied, hoping she will be freed. That answer was unexpected, it took her surprised. Angela sister? She turned to Antonio her confused face asking a lot of questions. “What's going on here, Antonio, why? Why is Angela's sister in your dark room and bonded up like a captive?” Antonio walked to a dispenser and got a glass of chilled water to quench his thirst.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

A groan came from Dargan. "Are you my sister-in-law now? Are you going to become the new Luna of Desert Sun? I mean, after we fuck over Jonah, that is. I always wanted a sister." She was ecstatic. Which took me by surprise. Although Alvara had a twin sister, she passed away before Alvara knew about her. I knew the girl, though. Liked her as much as I did Alvara. But now she could have a living sister. "That isn't the only news..."

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

"Why… why did it have to be you…" He closed his eyes, reaching out with his soul, feeling for the faint, fading trace of their blood bond in the dust. It was weak, almost gone. But it told him the truth. This was his sister. His only sister. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" he repeated, over and over, tears falling into the dust. "I didn't protect you… I actually… I actually…" He remembered the call. She was begging for help. And he thought she was just being difficult. He cut her off without a second thought.

Angela’s howl echoed through her soul in pure agony. “Seems I arrived just in time,” cooed a voice. Angela snarled instantly. There was an intruder in her forest. “Dear me,” the voice huffed. “Do you truly not recognise the connection of your sister?” A large phoenix swooped into view, her form radiant and fierce, smaller than Solure, yet her feathers burned a deeper red. “Sister?“ Angela whispered, her head tilting, tears streaking her cheeks. “Yes. More precisely, your other half. My name is Angela as well. Because of Papa's godly nature, I was not allowed to unite with you until your true form awakened. Your return was quicker than anticipated, but I am here and just in time.“

Angela Silver. Edward’s sister. My stomach twisted, the air around me seeming to shrink. I stood, brushing sand from my knees, protective instinct bristling as I glanced toward Liam. He was busy kicking at the waves with James, oblivious. Angela approached slowly, almost like she was aware of how fragile this moment was. “Vanessa,” she said softly. “It’s really you.” My throat tightened. “Angela.” We hadn’t spoken in years. Not since before Liam, before everything. Edward had once described her as the only sibling who ever truly understood him, but still, she was a Silver. She was still a part of the family that had torn me apart.

Angel said, readying another pebble. This woman was so fucking ours. Holy fucking shit. I totally just fell even harder for her. I chanced a glance at my brother, and I swore that he was fangirling over our girl. I was right there with him though. Angel pulled the sling backwards and asked the question one last time.