Characters From Fnaf Sister Location Novels & Stories

Please verify user. ... My body went weightless. I was floating. I drifted through the solid oak door and into the blazing light of the grand hall's crystal chandeliers. Powerful allies. Rival bosses. All eyes were on the bio-watch ticking down on Vivian's wrist. Countdown: 03:15:22. They all believed my twin sister, Vivian, would be dead by the end of the night. My father, Marcello, and my mother, Valeria, held her close.

Xander asked, lifting the makeshift reader from beneath a pile of onion skins. She shook her head. “I’ll do it slow. See if it feels right.” He watched her, watched the tension brew along her knuckles as she threaded the film between her fingers, narwhal-quick. Then she smiled, small and sideways. “It’s a location. Just coordinates, but I know the structure. It's from my sister.” Both of them sat with that a moment. It was the first time she’d said anything about having a sister. “She’s across the river,” Carolina went on, clamping down the tremor in her voice. “West of the rail line, deep in old suburbia. No way she sent this unless it was—”

"Your sister for my girl. No more games. No more fake locations. You tell me exactly where you are, right now, or I’ll have my men breach that convent in five minutes. You know I have the shooters on-site. Don't test me, Sebastian." I could hear him breathing fast, ragged gasps. I had him. I had finally found the one thing that mattered more to him than his ego. "Fine," he hissed. "Fine! She’s at the old sugar refinery in Belle Glade. The one with the red silos. I’m here. She’s here. No more decoys. Just come and get her, you bastard." "I'm coming," I said. "And Sebastian? If I see a single scratch on her that wasn't there in that video... I’m going to make sure Sofia lives a very, very long

"That's what I'm for. That's literally what sisters are for." "I know that now," Anna said. "Six weeks of listening to you talk to an unconscious person will teach you a lot about what your sister is for." The faint smile again. "You talked about everything. Things I didn't know. Things I should've known." She looked at Irina's hands. At the ring. "He brought you food on the first night." "He did." "And sat in the dark with you." "Yeah." "And took you to dad's—" she stopped. "He took you to the Italian place."

Max mutters, but he scoots closer too, pressing his head against my cheek so he can fit into the frame. I hit the video call button. The screen flips to my little sister’s face: black wavy hair piled into a lazy bun, red lipstick, oversized T-shirt. Behind her I catch a glimpse of the living room back home in Medellín: gray sofa, big plant, and something moving in the corner of the frame… oh, Mamá. “¡Mis amores!” Fiona’s voice jumps an octave the moment she sees Max and Issa. “MIRA, GEMELITOS!”

Rinn huffed. “Wonderful,” I groaned and shouted out for the other two. Sara peeked her head out from the upstairs bedroom and scurried down the steps to see what I wanted. Just as she reached my side the back patio glass door burst open. I shoved her to the ground to escape the shards of glass that came flying in our direction. Hissing from the scratches I received I crawled to her side. “Where is your sister?” “Basement doing laundry,” she answered. Nodding I peeked outside to see that black-haired scary-looking demon approaching. His long hair whipped around him as he got closer.

I walked back toward the main hall, my heart pounding harder with every step. And then I saw her. My sister. Standing in the center of the room. She was smiling, happy and I was going towards her and almost immediately I froze! Because she wasn’t alone anymore, Her hand was wrapped around his arm. And this time… I could see his face clearly. My heart stopped. My breath caught. My entire world came trembling. Because the man I had just left in that room… Was her fiancé.

Even if Alfarez is in Ferran’s body, of course, he’s still loyal to Carina. “May I know your sister’s name?” “Thalia. Thalia Lopez.” “Ah. So you’re her sister then? She called me earlier ‘coz she can’t reach and find you. She’s so worried.” He said. “You want to talk to her? Here.” Ferran lent his phone to the lady named Nathalie. “I’m fine, sistah. Don’t worry. I’m on the way there... Okay. Okay. Bye. Luv you!” Then the call ended. “Thanks.” She returned his phone.

I wanted to put my hands over my ears to block the sound. A familiar face was sitting next to Joseph. It was the girl wearing the yellow swimsuit at the swimming pool. Joseph's sister. I knew her name was Esther. I heard it in phone conversations between Luc and Joseph. Her phone was in her hands beeping nonstop but she was looking at me. Looking for a place to hide, I sat next to Esther. She turns her attention back to her phone. The room soon became noisy. Jacob and James talking about something, Precious and Luc doing their usual loud-whispering and Joseph watching Luc.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!