Black Widow And Sister Novels & Stories

The pendant at her neck flared, and for a heartbeat, the assassin froze—just long enough for Kael to knock them into a broken wall with bone-crushing force. The figure groaned and dropped its hood. A woman. Pale skin. Eyes like molten silver. And a scar running across her left cheek in the shape of a crescent moon. Aria’s breath caught. “I know you,” she whispered. The woman spit blood and smirked. “Of course you do, little Flame. We’re sisters.” --- The Sister She Never Knew Everyone froze. Kael’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?” The woman chuckled darkly. “Oh, he doesn’t know, does he? Poor thing. Thought you were the only miracle born under the red star?”

The sound of stone grinding against each other in a low rumble echoed off the hallway and finally, we were able to push the pillar a way, showing the figure of a bloodied woman. Without a second thought, I quickly reached out to hold her hand, and helped her out. That was when I recognized her to be the woman who had kept a pistol in her thighs earlier. When James saw the woman, he exclaimed, “It's you?” “Do you know her?” I asked quietly, and he nodded. “Yes. She is a sister to the leader of the black vipers.” He replied without looking at me. “Black vipers? Are they the Italians?” This time, it was not James who replied, but the woman.

he growled, looking at the punching bag that had hit his bag a moment before. "We all know that she did, Zahir. She still does. Words can deceive you but not action. You’re mad at her, I understand that part but at least don’t question her love." "She is Zelda’s half-sister and came here with the purpose of keeping an eye on you." He informed. Though this revelation shocked Wylder, he masked his expression because he didn’t want his beta to ruin his relationship with his mate just because she was the sister of an evil person.

I watched these people praise my sister, Anna Smith, and belittle me, and my heart gradually turned cold. In the family chat group, my mother mentioned Anna. Mom: [I booked the flight for you. Once we arrive in Mexico, you can buy whatever you want. I have money.] My sister hinted: [Mom, I heard that Mexico is close to Guatemala and has many good materials.] My mother immediately responded: [Okay, okay, we'll buy you a jade bracelet.]

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

"Heal me with your strange methods. Who would strip someone naked when you healed someone? You even asked your snake to bite me, saying it could heal." She smiled. "Ah, yes. That's my sister, Happy. She's my sister at birth. When my Mom gave birth to me, she followed next. So yes, any hateful words thrown at my sister are also thrown at me, so if I were you, Beta Maddox, I would be careful with whatever I say against my sister, especially when you're facing me." Snake? Ah, right. There were hearsays among the slaves in the pack that witches had their own pets or animal companion which was a great help to them.

"This is Amara Dawson, Seth's sister. She's our newest pack member; I expect her to be treated with the utmost respect." I didn't care what he said after hearing my name roll off his tongue. Tamisra decided to play the shithead and sent me images of him saying my name while I rode him. Stupid horny wolf. I clamp my legs together as I sit in the chair he pulled out for me next to Seth and one of the mystery females at the table. Everyone starts to introduce themselves. The woman beside me speaks; she's Violet, the Alpha's youngest sister. Then Beta Aston, his mate Cici, Gamma Max, and his mate Serena. I politely smile at all of them.

The massive black beast glaring at her while the sticky saliva drip from the edge of its mouth seemed like it wanted to eat her in whole. "A-anicka...I-I'm your sister....Lourdes...Your sister Lourdes..." The woman stuttering as she spoke but even she repeated her names, her younger sister did not recognize her anymore. "Grrrr..." The beast gritted her teeth in anger and it faced the lady. She snapped as she walked slowly at her sister. Fortunately, there was chain that helped to limit the movement of her body.

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

She snarls, “I know because I’ve tried for thousands of years.” I slam my fist against the hardwood of my desk, “Fine.” “However, she did have cohorts.” “And?” “They were white wolves.” Her eyes twinkle, I know that look. “One of them was Landon.” I shake my head; Landon was the one to get between these two beautiful stunningly powerful witches and now he’s back in the fold again. He told me that he would never talk to either of them again. Landon had no idea they were sisters or witches at the time, he felt like they had played him for a fool. But it was real for Lydia, she wanted Landon, but it was her sister that won his heart.