Death Note Light Sister 소설 & 이야기

“Come on, it’s obvious. You are closest to her. They would have to have had perfect aim and miss all the others. No one is that perfect.” “You think I would kill my sister?” “Maybe, if she was a threat.” “That’s enough!” Aiden snaps. He sighs. “Leighton didn’t do this.” “Then who?” “She killed herself.” Leighton whispers “No, don't lie, you did it!” Aiden takes something from Becca's balled hand. A screwed up piece of paper. As he opens it in front of me, I recognise her writing from the notebook. ‘He will kill me if I don’t kill myself first.’

I was lost in thought when a commotion coming from the entrance to the research institute interrupted my short-lived daydream. I looked out the window. To my surprise, it was Mom and Sheryl causing a scene. Sheryl was standing at the gate holding up a banner. It read, "Andrea Colson is heartless! She poisoned her own sister! She's a devil!" The bright red lettering was impossible to miss. Combined with the pitted scars left behind after the skin on Sheryl's body had peeled away, even though Sheryl had recovered from the illness, her appearance was visibly unsettling.

After answering, the young assistant's expression also changed. His face was complex, his voice trembling with emotion. "Mr. Ashwood... the DNA... the DNA comparison results are in." "The deceased... is your sister, Jocelyn Ashwood!"

I was invited to the Blue Star Hotel as a guest for her birthday party. My sister Mary and I went to the party; she is an attention seeker. Wherever I go, she follows me. Before, I thought it was protectiveness; later, I understood it was her cunningness to look better than me in order to lure a handsome guy. I've never liked Susan just because my sister told me that she is bad and poisonous. Susan Knight is none other than the one and only little sister of Daniel Knight. I hope it is easy to recognize Susan; it's her whom I killed by poisoning, thinking that she was bad, but she always loved me and treated me as her little sister.

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.”

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.

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

"Now that you two know this, and you chose to be partners to do what? Kill me? Are you guys insane? You can't keep me in here forever. Sooner or later, everyone else will notice that I'm gone." "Shut up." Caramel commented, the tension in her building up. "Your sweet mother will call you to inform you that your sister is gone." I smirked, loving how much it affected her to hear the words. "Fuck it, I asked you to shut the hell up." She had begun to yank on her hair. "What then will you do? Join them to call the cops?" I ignored her. She growled, picking up the glass cup of water they had given to me and smashing with a scream. "Shut it.. shut it, shut the fuck up!" She yelled, taking deep br

He murmured, "It's not like that. I came to you because I wanted to end things with her for good…" Right then, his work phone rang. He answered, and I could faintly hear the urgency in the voice on the other end. "Professor Thorne, you should check your social media. Serena just posted something. She seems emotionally unstable and posted a lot of worrying content. You might want to step in." Lucas's face turned pale. He unlocked his phone and saw Serena's new post. It was a frantic, emotional outburst paired with a crying emoji. "If you don't come to me, I'll really die! How can you just leave me like this? I can't take it anymore…"

he said quietly. I turned my head. The moment the lights clicked on in the other room, I felt my knees buckle. There, strapped to a chair with thick duct tape across her wrists and ankles, a blindfold over her eyes, sat a figure I knew better than my own reflection. My lips parted. My breath hitched. “No,” I whispered. “No. It’s not possible.” It was Elara. My sister. The sister I’d watched die. The sister whose body I’d seen carried out. The doctor had said she was gone. She had been pierced through the heart. She was dead.