Cleo De Nile Sister Novels & Stories

As I absorbed the surroundings, a young woman emerged in the hallway. Given her strong resemblance to Clyde, she had to be his sister. As I turned my face towards her, she observed me curiously, a question burning in her eyes that I couldn't quite identify. When she finally stood before me, it seemed like she considered embracing me but ultimately opted for a handshake. "Hi, I'm Natali," she greeted with a gentle smile that didn't fully illuminate her almond-shaped eyes. "Clyde is my big brother and he's shared so much about you with me. One thing's for sure, he was certainly truthful about your beauty."

The screamer was staring at me wide eyed and her mouth gaping. "She picked my outfit!" She yelled excitedly doing a little happy dance. Her sister rolled her eyes. She stretched her hands out towards me. "I'm Cleo," the twin with the long hair introduced, her voice was loud and perky yet calm and collective. She reminded me of a blonde Hermione Granger. "This idiot is Chloe," she said pointing to the screamer with pigtails. Chloe inhaled deeply. "I'm sorry for scaring you yesterday. Well you did scare me first, so we're even," she said with a bright smile.

"She killed my father. She staged a coup. She... she slaughtered the Elders who wouldn't bow to her. She turned the pack into a slaughterhouse." ​My stomach turned. Tiana. The sister I had loved, the sister I had protected. She had finally shed her skin. ​"And her?" I gestured to the girl huddled against him. "Who is she?" ​Riel’s face crumbled. He reached out and gently pulled the hood of the cloak back. ​I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. ​It was Cecilia. ​Riel’s younger sister. The sweet, shy girl who used to braid my hair when I was allowed to visit their house. She had been beautiful, with Riel’s sandy hair and bright blue eyes.

Something wasn't right but at the same time, I couldn't let them throw out Nyla things. “I will be there in an hour,” I said ending the call abruptly “What is it?” Leon asked “I am going over to their house” I breathed out “For?” he asked “I need to pick up Nyla’s things before they throw them out,” I said with a little smile “Who is Nyla?” he asked confused “Nyla was my sister, her things are still at the house” I explained and he nodded in understanding “Do you want me to come with you?” he asked I was both surprised and touched by his request but it was better for me to go alone

“Wait! You said your brother is with Cleo. Why will he be angry. He doesn’t know us” “Your right he doesn’t. Cleo however in a way he does. She is his mate after all.” The moment those words left his mouth I felt instantly sick. I had failed my sister again. We had spent the last six months running and for what. He had found her and there was no way he would let her go now.

It was humiliating that Conner could capture him that way. After he spoke, the woman nodded at Darryl. "How are you? I am Clarice Zaine, that is my big brother, Woody, and my second brother, Feud." Clarice looked natural and poised when she spoke; that was a unique character of a Raksasa Tribe woman. 'The three of them are siblings.' Darryl smiled and nodded again; their names sounded special. "Little Sister!"

she smiled. "So...you can't go back to the river?" He asked. "Once banished, you're no longer a member of Quenshi, so I'm staying here forever" she replied. "Your sister must be so evil" he said. "I know right? Cleo has always hated me, my junior sister Mul is the only one who likes me like a family, then my mother, father loves me too I know" she replied and he took her hand. Her golden tail illuminated the pool.

"For not coming to your defense. I didn't know what to do , how to react . I also respect my father enough not talk back at my mother. " "Ruth ... She has a connection somehow to your family. Her reaction to me being with you last night , and you answering my phone brought out her rattle snake persona." "She is Nina's sister. She thinks I'm being evil by keeping Gio away from Nina. You are quiet perceptive." " Don't you want to call your mom and tell her she's forgiven and that I don't expect an apology from her. ? " My breath hitched , promoting Cleo to look at me with sad eyes.

“Sister Yelan!” “Here, Sister Molly!” Niamh and Damian, the Almandine twin siblings with striking similarities but distinct personalities, played merrily in the lush gardens of the Castle. The two laughed and shouted as they ran, waving their hands toward Yelan, who sat not far from them. The sun shone brightly overhead, casting a warm glow on the siblings as they played. Niamh, with her beautiful lavender hair, was quick on her feet, darting around the gardens with the grace of a fairy.

A nobody. The whole celebration was captivating but somehow the only thing I could sense was the sharlt scent of pine, leather and slice that filled the room. And there, at the heart of it all, stood my sister. Selene. She was radiant, so beautiful that it was hard to believe that we are related or even sisters, her golden hair was braided into a crown that glowed even the dark and then icy blue eyes framed her face perfectly, her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass but she still managed to look more feminine than I could ever be.