Novel & Cerita Belle's Sisters

No wonder Anna went to work in Mexican cartel territory this time. "Your sister met a good friend who said there was a way to make money. Who would have thought that your sister would be tricked into entering Mexican cartel territory? Deena, I admit I did you wrong, but she's your sister. You can't just stand by and do nothing!" My mother looked at me with tears in her eyes. I looked at my mother with a sneer. "All these years, I always doubted whether I was your biological daughter. If I hadn't secretly done a maternity test, I wouldn't have believed that you gave birth to me, no matter what you said."

Marissa sobbed through her tears, "Dad, Mom, Gordon, I called you all here today because I'm hoping you can do something about Yelena." That had Dad eyeing me with blatant displeasure. "What humiliating thing did she do this time?" "I've already caught her trying to trick me into giving her Xander's contact information several times. She must think Gordon isn't good enough and wants to steal Xander. I'm her older sister! How could she do this to me?" She then made a huge show of wiping away her tears, appearing all the more pitiful, even as she snuck glances at Gordon. In that moment, I understood—she was trying to rile Gordon up.

“Alpha Orion… He's been engaged to Calanthe long before the bonfire. He's not your mate. He's to be married to your sister.” It felt like someone had smacked me across the face. No. Not this one too. “Excuse me?”

Above, the sky stretched infinitely, adorned with a myriad of stars twinkling like secrets shared between the heavens. The beauty was overwhelming, its serenity slipping into the very core of my spirit, tugging at something deep and unvoiced within me. I couldn't help but whisper, "This place is the most beautiful thing I have seen." Selene nodded; her gaze was soft and far away. "It is, but it is also fragile. If my dear sister Nyx, the goddess of darkness, gets her way, this place and the magic of wolves will cease to exist." Her words sent a chilling current through my heart. The threat was not unfamiliar, but hearing it from the Moon Goddess herself lent a sinister weight to the looming

Connor always made her feel better. Amelia calls out for us to come in before I even knock on the door. I push it open and both women just stare at each other. Amy’s eyes well up. “Sister?” Bella doesn’t make a sound, she stands frozen as Amy’s eyes drift to Connor. “I have a baby brother too?” Bella takes Connor from me, keeping her eyes locked on Amy. “My sisters died.” She backs away, taking Connor with her. Amy’s face falls, and the tears creep over, cascading down her cheeks. “I don’t understand.”

At that moment, I could have sworn that I felt a presence, her presence. Samantha Camilla Campbell was a force to be reckoned with, the kind of woman you wish to be and just fall in love with by just a simple look at her. A promising future, a drop-top dead gorgeous fiancee who would do about anything just to see her smile, she was a kind of woman who had it all figured. I have seen how everyone worshipped the very polished ground she walked on, and I was damn proud of the woman she was. As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back.

If Belle left against the Silver Dwan’s law, they would declare as a lawless wolf, and no pack would dare to accept her in; she would have spent her life as a rogue, Even if Amelia takes her away, she also has to leave the Swan Sword pack to help a lawless wolf; that’s why Belle was against Amelia’s decision; she would bear anything but never let her cousin face cruel reality, Amelia was a little sharp-mouthed and never cared about the law, but Belle never would throw her in hell for herself. But she was two years younger than Belle, and that’s why, as Amelia’s elder sister, Belle always tried her best to save her from trouble.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Her coy, deceitful nature repulsed me, yet she clung to me like a shadow. At our graduation party, she deliberately fell down a staircase in front of me. When everyone rushed over, her tearful accusations painted me as a cruel bully. I'd never forget the way Mitchell held her protectively that day, his gaze filled with disappointment, anger, and disdain as he looked at me. "You've let me down. I wish I didn't have a sister like you." But I didn't push her. That day, I waited at home for hours for Mitchell. He didn't come back. He didn't even answer my calls.

"Do you wish you could grab my ass?" "Yes." "Do you wish you could grab my tits?" "Yes." "Do you wish you could throw me down across my bed, sliding your aching dick deep into my pussy, and fuck the shit out of me?" "Jeezus, Belle." My eyes popped open wide and I leaned back a bit. "Do you?" "You're like my sister, B." "But do you?" "No! I don't!" Belle frowned, and now she was leaning back away from me. She looked hurt. "You don't?"