Cerise Hood Sister Novels & Stories

The bond I had known, the connection I had felt pulsing through my veins, was invisible to him. “She did this", my own mother said "She got so jealous… that she cut her sister", my mother covered her mouth as she looked at me, tears dropping from her eyes “She's your sister, Solyn. Why would you do this?" “They’re lying!” I shouted, but my words were drowned by Sailyn’s wails. “Out!” The Alpha’s command reverberated through the chapel. “You’re banished from this pack, Solyn!” Banished. Cast out. My mate had turned his back on me.

" She is Alpha Hades's sister...mind your tone Chorlette." Her friend tells her, mockery lacing her voice and the hooded girl feels a shiver run down her spine hearing her brother's name. " Oh you mean the sister he refuses to even acknowledge?" " I bet he wouldn't even care." They continue to chuckle. Making fun of her and the girl tries to step passed them. Afraid of her brother getting a whiff of this. Afraid of his anger. Afraid of him hating her more than he already does. To only have them stop her path. And the hooded girl sees footsteps all around her. Making her anxious. Her heart became audible in her ears. And she feels her hands trembling.

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

She slowly pulled the door opened on getting to it– her eyes directly travelling to Phidelia’s dark blue plaited skite, coupled with a white blouse top and a statement jacket hanging in the right corner of the wardrobe. She sighed, spontaneously touching it as her mind went to her sister. “I promise to find what happened to you, Delia.” She mumbled as her expression dropped. ******** It was bright Monday morning with the fluffy clouds yet clearing the sky to give room to the gentle sunshine. Phidel had long risen from bed, getting herself ready for school. It was her first time she was going to live as her sister – and there was no way she was going to give room for any mistakes. She had ea

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

They hated me, I guess it was only necessary that I reciprocated the feelings. Eric was still at the door ringing the bell when I got to him. The door opened, and his sister stood there in a blue gown that would have made a nun blush. 'Hey bro. You are late,' Cassidy said, grinning at her brother. The bond between them would have been enviable for me if they were not just two sides of a bent coin. 'Yeah, some tacky idiots delayed me,' Eric said and walked in. Cassidy's smile slipped when she set her blue, almost ocean-like colored eyes on me.

I take the letter and start to read it. Dear Catty. I know this is really weird. Sending you a gift soon after we met. But I really wanted to give this to you. This cape, it’s beautiful, isn’t it? It was my sisters, who passed away two years ago. I kept it with me as it reminded me so much of her. When we met yesterday, I don’t know for some reason you reminded me of my sister. She had raven black hairs just like you and even your smile. Everything about you reminds me of her.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

Standing in the center of the square, surrounded by the shimmering indigo light of the city, was a woman. She was draped in a cloak of liquid shadows, her hood pulled back to reveal a face that was a mirror image of mine—but twisted. Where my eyes were violet, hers were a flat, soulless obsidian. Where my hair was platinum, hers was the color of a crow's wing. "Celine," I breathed, the name tasting like ash on my tongue. The woman smiled, and the expression was devoid of any warmth. "Hello, little sister. I see you finally found your way to the throne. It’s a shame I’m going to have to burn it down."

My mother no longer held back. "She... she took out a loan with her nude photos and videos as collateral. They threatened to post her photos online and even show them to your brother-in-law if she didn't pay them back. You know your sister is a mother, and her child is only four years old. The child can't lose her father. Besides, your sister can't live without your brother-in-law." I immediately understood. The last sentence was the key point.