Big Sisters Bioshock 2 Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON'S POV "This would be the last route. Be careful of the traps and also, take note that we haven't killed Thalia's mother, the final boss." Zack calmly said while instructing them, kicking his feet and kicking the metallic door open. Travis clicked his tongue. "That witch must be overly confident with her skills, given that she doesn't even take subordinates to work for her." Athena coldly answered. "That's probably because she doesn't want to have more competition for the silver wolf's heart."

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

Xiao Long smiled as he recalled some of the game terms in his world upon seeing some Level 4 Demonic Beasts that began to emerge one by one from behind trees and rocks. Nine Heavens Annihilation! First Heaven Annihilation! Xiao Long reactivated his techniques and started throwing punches and kicks at the Demonic Beasts that were also pouncing on him. Firebird, who only exists at the peak of Level 3 Demonic Beasts, also helped out with her speed and flame bursts that even made some Level 4 Demonic Beasts struggle. Shaaa! A giant snake attacked him with a gaping mouth. Xiao Long quickly gripped its lower and upper mouth with both hands. He threw it towards the other approaching Demonic Beasts

She knew what it felt like to be that powerless. The scene was starting to attract attention as people were starting to stare at them. Just then, Moira stepped into the scene, and with a sharp word and a steely look at the elite man, she shit him up. “Who is that?” Luna felt intrigued enough to ask. Because for Moira herself to step in, and not any one of her minions, she suspected the young man was very important. “That’s Brian Lake,” Jake replied. “Justin’s younger brother.” Luna looked at Jake with surprise. “Really?”

I said, smiling. She paused and then gasped. She pulled me into her arms again. “Oh my gosh, Cee! You have changed. You look so good. I can’t believe you're the popular and successful Forbes list female occupant, Isabella Schneider. I’m so glad you stayed alive.” I pulled back and smiled. “Yes, I am.” I kept my answer short. “It is so good to see you again. You look good too.” We talked for a few more minutes about work, the event, the city, and clothes. And the fact that her father also owns a tech company.

Shelves overflowed with glass jars filled with mysterious liquids and herbs, each labelled in a script that neither Kiera nor Jace could decipher. The very centre of the room was dominated by a large circular table, its surface covered with a mesmerizing array of crystal balls of various sizes, each emitting a faint glow. The room’s stillness was interrupted by the soft rustling of fabric. The grandmother emerged from the shadows, her eyes instantly locking onto Kiera. Unexpectedly, she shook her hands, glee shimmering in her eyes. "Alas, I've waited for aeons for you," the grandmother said, her voice echoing a warmth that belied her age.

There, she saw a woman with long hair, dressed all in white, standing with her back turned. "Who are you? I’m not afraid of you!" she insisted, trying to comfort herself. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a baby crying loudly. "Maira, please calm my baby for a moment. He keeps crying for milk". The flat, eerie voice was unsettling. Maira began to recognize the figure. "Arini?". Monica turned around, revealing a face covered in blood and eyes that were entirely white, lacking pupils. "Maira, we finally meet again".

Seeing me, she grabbed my hand and screamed, "Sion is a monster… You have to save me!" I frowned, noticing that even makeup couldn't hide the bruise on her neck. "Tell me, what happened?" Joey was still panicking and gulped before she finally spoke. She had gotten bored and was exploring Sion's castle when she found his secret room. She shuddered, her previous dignity gone. "It's filled torture tools, and there's a deep pool of blood on the floor. And…" She paused, her nails digging into my harm. "There's this tome that says Sion stays alive by eating the hearts of young girls! That the more infatuated his victim is with him, the better!"

The next day was my birthday, and my parents threw a large party. Wilson Whitmore arrived with his daughters and his sister, Elara Whitmore. Raina, however, never showed. Only when the party was winding down and guests were preparing to leave did Raina appear unhurriedly with Kieran at her side. Raina wore a high-neck gown, and Kieran had a few fresh scratches across his neck. The way they stood together was far too close for comfort. I felt nothing. I lifted my glass and drank as if none of it concerned me.

She wanted to be chosen. “Then tell me the truth,” she said, and the charm in her palm pressed harder, as if it sensed she was about to walk into danger. “If I accept second wife, what happens to me when the heir is born? Does she rule? Does she command? Do I just… stand there and smile while my place shrinks until I can’t breathe?” Rowan’s silence stretched, and in it she heard the soft scrape of someone’s sandals far away, the distant echo of voices from the bonding grounds. No one was near enough to intervene. That made this moment feel privately lethal.