Cerise Hood Sister Novels & Stories

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

Hakeem says as he waves them into the room. In step two witches, the reek of incense permeating the air around them and I have to try hard not to wrinkle my nose. I can tell immediately who Citra’s sister is and she did describe her well. Celeste is wearing a soft pink dress and blazer combo with white heels and a matching pearl, earring, necklace set. Her honey blonde hair is pulled back into a chignon at the nape of her neck and her make-up is expertly applied, though slathered on her face. It hides her naturally sun kissed complexion under a spackle of paler foundation. Her wider nose and almond shaped, pale blue eyes should give her a welcoming expression, but her full lips are turn

One by one, they removed their hoods, revealing tattoos and piercings that seemed to glint menacingly in the dim light. I only recognized two of them. My heart sank, and a knot of unease twisted in my stomach as I realized how much I might have forgotten, how much I was still in the dark. ... Hugo Man, my sister looked absolutely terrible, way worse than I could have ever imagined. She had blood splattered all over her. "Hey," Frederick said, brushing past me to embrace her, but she resisted and seemed terrified. As she tried to escape his grasp, he looked completely taken aback.

“You… who are you?” Dennis studied the girl in the hoodie. He sniffed something similar on that girl. “Are you Shadow’s sister?” Under the black mask that covered the lower half of her face with straight-line lips, First’s heart stirred. She loved the sound of it. Shadow’s sister. Yeah, she liked it. She felt nostalgic about it. Flinch!

Before she could say or do anything further, however, I stretched my palm in our front and added: “Besides, I am not alone.” Once I balled it into a fist, one arrow flew across the room and directly hit Hilda’s neck. It went through, hitting her carotid artery and larynx, and exited to the other side. “A—ck!” She gasped out blood automatically and her eyes registered surprise. “Wh—at...” “Meet my sister, Aurora.” My eyes landed on my half-sister who was dangling upside down on a thick beam of the high ceiling, her arrows still pointed at Hilda. “You deal with her from now on.”

There was no answer. I turned to look at the first girl I saw, "hey have you seen my sister- Sarah anywhere?" I wondered, knowing that I didn't know who she was so there was a high chance she didn't know who I was. "She's still getting her makeup done over there." She pointed at a group of women and I realised they were trying to work on her hair and face at the same time. "Thank you," I smiled at her and went to meet my sister. "Sarah," I stood in front of her, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand what the definition of a small wedding is." I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time.

Something was in the air, heavy, sharp, waiting to snap. She found the reason soon enough. “Jannah.” Celine’s voice rang out smoothly from the staircase above. She descended in a pale silk dress, her hair pinned flawlessly, her smile sweet as poisoned honey. “Good morning, Sister,” she said, the word dripping with deliberate weight. Jannah’s throat tightened. Sister. The way Celine said it, like a knife disguised as velvet, sent a chill down her spine. “Good morning,” Jannah managed, keeping her voice even.

I wanted to elbow her, as this was not the time, but I could see her point. “Ah, Cadence. It’s nice to see you.” He came over and hugged my sister, who stood there like a tree and took it. At least he didn’t kiss her cheek. “It’s nice to finally be here. This is my sister, Cassidy.” “Yes, our little mind reader. Welcome.” He hugged me, too, and I thought for a moment Aurora might wet her pants. “Thanks. It’s nice to be here. Thank you for everything you did to help Brandon and the others.”

I quickly checked for any wrinkles on my suit, though I knew they were minimal. Well, she hadn't seen me in my outfit yet because she wanted it to be a surprise. I hovered behind her, feeling her familiar jasmine scent grow stronger as I closed the distance. "Ace," Hudson's sister, Lucia, called out, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. Iris whipped her head around towards Lucia, her eyes wide as she recognized the name. I took that as my cue to move forward. I approached Hudson and stood directly in front of her, wanting a clear view of her.

She sidestepped my touch with disgust. Just before the door closed, I saw my sister, Cassia, standing in the hall. The collar around her neck glowed with a steady, gentle blue, like a halo. She looked at me and mouthed a single word. Pathetic. The door slammed shut. The electronic lock clicked. The house fell silent. It was just me and the silver fire burning inside me. It hurt so much. Mom is right. The data doesn't lie. The collar is red. It must be a lie. I'm faking it.