Cerise Hood Sister Novels & Stories

Her heartbeat rose, but she forced herself to stay calm, to stay measured. He finally turned to her. His gaze held hers—not sharp, not accusing—but heavy, like it was weighing the truth of her every thought before it reached her lips. “I don’t know if that’s wise,” he said quietly. “Neither do I,” she admitted, and the words felt like permission as much as confession. The pause that followed was filled with the sound of rain dripping along the roof outside. A soft, steady rhythm, marking time in a way that made the silence between them unbearable.

Nothing out of the ordinary but yet their eyes didn't dare look in my direction. Odd. I stepped away quietly too, stopping only at the doorframe, just out of sight for them to think I was gone. “I think she's gone.” A whisper came. I pressed my back hard on wall, measuring with the thin doorframe. I held my breath, there was no clue of me. “You said her sister is back. The one who had her taken to the dungeons.” My sister? What sister? Sarah? “Yes. I saw her being escorted to the Alpha's quarters by his men a few minutes back. She had a hood on so she was barely recognized but I recognized her. I know her scent.”

replied Astrid with teary eyes too. Cassia moved to embrace and hug Astrid, like a little sister who missed her older sister. "I miss him too. Don't worry. I'm here now, Astrid. You won't be alone anymore,” whispered Cassia. "I know ..." “You are here now, Astrid. I have someone that I know from the past. Someone that I can call her my sister, a family of mine,” whispered Cassia while hugging Astrid in a slightly trembling voice. "Oh, my dear little sister. What foolish I am. How can I forget you?" whispered Astrid, tightening her hug.

Ariana grabbed the glass door in time to prevent herself from crashing into the two ladies. One of them looked very familiar, with long heavy black hair, and Ariana instantly recalled that she had seen her on TV during Caddaric’s introduction. That was Cassandra Blade, his sister. She was very pretty with a few similarities to Caddaric. The woman next to her was adorned with a different kind of beauty. Her hair was blonde and her skin was milk white with beautiful hazel eyes.

“I’m just… tired.” That part, at least, was true. Tired of pretending. Tired of standing here like nothing had happened. Tired of feeling like I was about to fall apart at any second. “Stay a little longer,” she insisted gently. Before I could respond….. “You can leave if you want.” His voice again. Calm, controlled. But there was something else beneath it. Something that made my skin prickle. My sister glanced at him, surprised. He didn’t look at her once.

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

Clara’s hands began to shake. Another message appeared beneath it. I can still feel your hands on me. The phone nearly slipped from Clara’s fingers. Her breathing became uneven. This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. This was proof. Clara leaned against the counter as a wave of dizziness hit her. Her own sister. Her own sister had written those words. Tears blurred Clara’s vision, but she forced herself to keep reading. Another message appeared. Tomorrow night. Same place. Clara stared at the words for a long time.

A woman was being resuscitated inside a patient's ward. My older sister, Yvonne Jones, was crying hysterically as she begged the doctor to save the woman. I was the only one who was aware that Yvonne was the real murderer. Yvonne was kneeling on the ground as she begged the doctor who was trying to save the woman, "I'm begging both of you to save her. Winona is my best friend!" Everyone inside the ward was touched by their friendship and tried to comfort her.

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

Dark raven hair fell from her shoulders as she scurried out. “Who was that? That girl? Raven hair,” I asked the Alpha, motioning towards the door. His head nudged up slightly, “Oh, that’s Giselle. Aries’ sister. The oldest of the triplets. I'm amazed she hasn't come in...” But I was already on my feet with a scowl, racing to the halls. The girl was running… but I was faster. I pinned her by the throat, slamming her against the wall.