Cleo De Nile Sister Novels & Stories

"The villagers intervened, Your Majesty. They gathered before Thorac could capture the woman." Neferaset's jaw clenched. "Useless." She turned sharply toward the woman standing quietly beside the balcony. Unlike the palace priests dressed in pure white, this woman wore flowing black robes embroidered with silver symbols long forbidden by the temples. Madam Elena. Officially, she was the royal court seer. Unofficially… She was the only person in Egypt who still practiced the forbidden arts hidden from the gods' temples. Her pale fingers rested lightly upon a crystal bowl filled with dark water.

Added Kyle. Nile snickered as he said, “Then that makes us friends. I wasn't fond of them either. “And why?” “The only reason I had financial support from my brother-in-law was thanks to my sister being his wife. But that was until my sis got pregnant. They both sent me away in a foreign country, all alone!” Nile hit the table suddenly, leaving others stunned. He looked natural. “The Nile Dixon you see right now is self-made. I can't tolerate rejection nor humiliation.” He continued. The sharp eye contact made with Evan left him speechless.

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

Cleo cut in, "But it's the truth; he never told any of us what he intended to do to this world. He gave us orders and we followed them without question. You can't demand an explanation from God. I'm sure you know what that's like," "I do know what that's like," Hannah took a pause. "I just want to get my sisters back. I don't really care what Summum wants or is planning. I just want to bring them back," Cleo said. "Can you tell me about them? Your sisters, I mean," Hannah asked. "Of course. First, there's Jasmine, your daughter and then there's Yelena, the first of the three of us to be created. I had 255 other sisters but they were the ones that I was actually close to," Cleo said.

“Little Leander, we have to talk about your priorities when it comes to introductions. As your Aunt, I should have been first.” “We’re all his aunts,” my sisters say at the same time. Riley winks at Leander. “But we know I’m your favorite,” she says, causing my sisters to start in on why they are the favorites. “I’m Riley and that’s my mate, Clint. He’s related to Cohen and Lily. We’re all just one big, happy family here,” she says as I hear Reagan behind me. “At least I’m Cayd’s favorite sister.” I roll my eyes. Reagan's intentionally starting shit.

If Joshua held her captive and interrogated her with violent means, there was no doubt she would confess immediately. Alice bit down on her bottom lip. After a moment, a familiar face appeared in her mind. She picked up the phone again with trembling hands and dialed a number. Swan Lake Residences. Luna was busy applying ointment onto Neil’s wounds. Nellie was standing to one side, holding her brother’s hand with red-rimmed eyes. “Thank you, Neil.” Neil lifted his other hand and gently patted her head. “You’re my sister. Of course I should protect you.” As soon as he said this, tears started welling up in Nellie’s eyes.

Chapter 34 Cleo. The young lady I had rescued from getting molested turned out to be the long lost sister of Mirian. Her name was Fathia. She took me down memory lane. Mirian, and her sister were both saved by myself and some other warriors from their evil stepfather a long time ago. About thirteen years now. Fathia went missing that night and Mirian cried bitterly. Now as she retells the story, she told me she was absucted by some men.

You could hear water lapping softly. Nkechi was running in circles. Nkechi: 12 years old. Linda’s baby sister. Pink cotton dress. Bare feet. Two puff balls on her head with pink scrunchies. Missing one front tooth. She stopped in front of Elena and put her hands on her hips. Nkechi said, “Aunty Elena, race me to the slide!” Elena was in white linen pants and a sleeveless top. Hair in a messy bun. No lipstick. She looked younger like this.

“You’re Leo’s sister?” Cleo’s reaction was immediate. “What? No!” She waved her hands wildly, almost scandalized. “God, no! Ew! Gross! That’s—just no!” She made a face like I had accused her of incest. I blinked, thrown off. “Oh. I just thought—same last name—” "That's just a coincidence," She said, cutting me off. Damiano’s laughter cut through the air too. “Same last name and same bed. Or was that just a coincidence too?”

I say, knowing how much he hates leaving them. “Yeah, Del was saying Cleo has been a little devil while we have been away” he chuckles. I can’t help but smile. “Oh, taking after her namesake then”. I think of Knox’s younger sister Cleo, what she was like growing up. She was always so fun and cheeky too. It seemed her niece would be taking after her. I just hope she grew up to have a happier life than her Aunt did. “Quite possibly. Heaven help us!” Knox smiles. “Bet Cleo will be looking down smiling over her little niece running me ragged”