Angel Dust's Sister の小説・ストーリー

My wolf is clawing at my skull wanting to protect our mate. Angelo joins us and I feel the air around us get slightly darker as Denu’s aura darkens the minute Azaelyth eyes land on Angelo. I swear Denu’s eyes flash a dangerous bright white, stepping between them and moving her mate away. I am not even bothered that my sister abandoned me because of her need to remove Angelo from her presence.

Era pouted as she asked her sister, remembering what she head earlier. Ela stared at her sister. She wanted to say how Angelus looked almost exactly like her, like the both of them. They're identical twins, after all. She badly wants to tell her everything. But... she promised Angelus not to tell Era a thing. She felt a pang in her chest for keeping a secret from her half, but she rolled her eyes right away. "She's nothing. Forget it."

She saw him in a way none of us ever would. I could understand why she wanted to know about Petra too. Petra was her much older sister’s child. The child of Senko and Shayna. A Skinwalker. “I will keep my ears open,” I tell her just as softly, then place a soft kiss on her temple. Not forgetting about Connor. Angelica's older cousin. *****

“And you didn’t think to warn me?” “I didn’t know she’d go this far, Kurtis. But listen…if it’s who I think it is, you’re in deep trouble. She doesn’t mess around.” “Who?” I press, a sinking feeling forming in my gut. There’s a pause, and then he says it. “Angela.” My blood runs cold. Angela? “Lyra’s sister?” That can’t be right. “Angela? Lyra’s twin?” I ask in disbelief, trying to make sense of it all.

My mother and father are sitting on a couch, smiling brightly, while my brother sits beside our father and the little me is sitting on our mother's lap. There's also a picture of me and my brother with Grandma Esmey in the middle. Then my eyes narrowed to the last photo I am holding. It was me and my mother, with a girl who I think is around six to seven years old. I flipped the photo hoping that I might find something and I did. I read what was written but it only made me puzzled. -With my two angels. Ysobella Marie and Maria Selene. "Who is Selene?" I asked my brother.

It tells me if I don't confess, Padgett, or someone else will. Hanging my head, ignoring the growing pool of blood from my nose, I condemn the poor, smiling girl. “Aisling. Not teens, definitely in her early twenties. She has olive skin, brown eyes, very long dark hair, almost black. A sister called Rhiannon. A beauty spot on her right cheekbone.” “That’s it?” he scoffed. “That’s it.” “And you’re certain.” “I saw the future Zeke will never have. His brother and their mates. She’s his mate.”

"Yes. You can't possibly be interested in her. Remember the women you've had relationships with. Dave's sister would not attract you either, she isn't even that attractive." He didn't listen to his sister because he was still fixated on Eudora, who was laughing freely with other girls until the scenery was ruined by someone. He insolently shielded her from Lucifer's gaze. Daniel gave him a look of caution. Lucifer simply responded with a dismissive smirk on his lips. Dave and Macaine were chatting with their friends when Angeline led her brother to them "Dave, mother" "Mr. Esemond, welcome" Macaine smiled kindly.

Elisa D´Angelo Asteria walked home with her fingers laced in his hand. My little sister already had a mate while I was coming of age, and I felt more alone than ever. Angie had Roger, Asteria had Zane, and I... I have kept myself a little isolated. I am more shy than the rest. I try to go out and meet people, but that is certainly not my strong suit.

At this time, Angeline walked over like a small adult with her hands behind her back. She raised her head and looked at Baby Zetty from top to bottom. After seeing a photo of Angel, Baby Zetty thought that her younger sister was as beautiful as an elf who had descended to earth. Now that she was seeing her with her own eyes, she was even more shocked by Angel’s beauty. “So you’re my little sister, Angel. Right?” Baby Zetty asked. Angel pulled Joseph away from Baby Zetty and asked suspiciously, “I’m Angel Ares. Who are you?”

Which I refused to believe. But ever since, what was once a loving father and daughter relationship, turned into one formed between an alpha and a slave. Angela, my step-sister, had been the only one who persisted on showing me a true sibling relationship. “He’s an asshole. I can’t believe the moon goddess picked him as your mate,” Angela scoffed, glaring at her phone murderously. If looks could kill, I’m pretty sure Dash would be dead right now. I bit my lip. Hard. And the tears in the corners of my eyes, the tears I’ve been holding back all this while, started to fall.