Cerise Hood Sister Novels & Stories

“Ah, Seventh Sis! What happened to your arm?” Although Lila’s arm was reconnected, Lorelei could tell that it had just been severed and looked stiff. “Sis!” The seventh sister, the woman in red, rushed over and hugged Lorelei. Next to them, Resha said, “Eustace Underwood severed her arm.” “What?” “He even killed Fifth Sis,” Lila went on. “Cordelia is dead?!” both Lorelei and Nebula exclaimed. “Preposterous! How preposterous!”

HER SISTER'S BOSS MR CEO EPISODE 01 Kelly's POV Never knew I was more hippy than my sister, Nelly until this morning when I put on her office skirt. My heart was actually beating loud at what we are about to do. It's a lot of risky. Nelly is going to be secretly having a baby and I've decided to step in and impersonate her. Crazy, right? But I was gonna do anything for Nelly, so far it made her happy. Suddenly I remember something.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

She belongs to me, after all. Cerelia is inside, her bare back gleaming in the candlelight, her golden hair spilling over her shoulders as she straddles Soren. My stomach twists as I take in the scene before me, bile rising in my throat. My sweet, delicate sister is moving above that mongrel, her lips parted in pleasure, her hands clinging to him. No. It isn’t supposed to be like this.

Since the day he was born, Horus Crouse was compared to his elder sister. He had never thought ill of her because of it. In fact, he took pride in the well-deserved praises she received from others. Seeking every opportunity to boast of his sister, Horus would even go so far as to bring up her name amongst his friends and during social gatherings when allowed the chance.

"Family Hall." A small, petite figure of a lady went out of the large door and went to them. She's wearing a thick ruby-colored cloth around her head and it partially hid her face from them. Clive went up to her and hugged her tightly. Celine Travis. Clive's older sister of four years, and the lady who accommodated their third game in the annual tournament. "Welcome to the Travis Tribe's Residence. Please make yourself at home," Celine announced with a calm smile as she lead the group inside.

Double standards in a tuxedo. And they had the perfect cover. That was the genius of it. Sera's whole social media was Celeste. My sister. My soulmate. My best friend since college. Pictures of us at brunch, at the lab, at my wedding. Some of the people in this room thought Seraphine Ford and Celeste were practically sisters. So if anyone saw Julian and Sera together tonight, they would think nothing. The dutiful husband. The loyal best friend. Keeping each other company while poor Celeste was at home.

Another woman says as she wanders over, taking her turn in hugging Eden. They must be Alissia and Ida, Ciella's friends. The former has dyed lavender hair and cheeks flushed so red she looks like an exaggerated painting. The latter has intricately fashioned black hair and pretty gap between her two front teeth as she smiles brightly. "All is well now, don't worry." Alissia pats her mouth, troubled that we may be concerned about catching whatever was ailing her. "It's wonderful to see you two." Eden gestures at me. "This is my younger sister Dove."

Many in the room still believed the man engaged to her was me. The applause thundered through the hall. Lillian caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye. Her expression darkened. She shot me a warning look–telling me not to cause trouble. Liam followed her gaze. His face lit up. He quickly walked over to me. "Brother, perfect timing. Today is a double celebration. Come, have a drink with us." Before the ceremony, my sister Charlotte White had suddenly said she needed to speak with me urgently. She pulled me into a bathroom stall and locked me inside.

“Because she has apparently now decided that I left the wedding venue because I was torn between my feelings for her and for Sheila. She thought it would help me make up my mind if I knew that Sheila is a big slut. She also sent me a video. I do not dare watch it, but the frame makes it look like it is the video of Nick and Sheila.” “Oh my Goddess.” “Right.” “Why would she send that to you?” I asked, as I put my bra and shirt back on. “Why would your sister do half the things that she has done? She is sick and twisted. I honestly do not know how you turned out as normal as you did.”