Death Note Light Sister Novels & Stories

“It's an old story. The lady had a sister with whom they were very close, this sister had two daughters - Melissa and Amalia, named after an aunt. So, Amalia was very beautiful, Alt Reed spotted her, and they became lovers. The girl fell deeply in love and completely lost her head, although at that time Reed had several more mistresses. Once Amalia disappeared, the whole family went crazy and threw all her strength into the search. She was found mauled in the woods near the Reed estate. Amalia and Melissa's father had connections at court and began his own investigation, but a month later he died during a robbery on the road, followed by their mother committing suicide. Lady Holm and Melissa

I fall to the floor and look up at Anabella who is wearing a smirk on her face. “Finally I’ll have him all to myself without you being in the way,” she gloats and leans over me. “This is for the best, little sister.” I cough and blood spittle flies everywhere, but with my last breath I decide to do something I should have done a long time ago; expose my sister for what she is. /“L-Lucan…My sister has…killed me… there’s a…she stuck a dagger…”/ I stutter my last words through the mind link.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

She heard the swift exchange of Greek, the sob in his sister’s shaking voice. “Demis has had another stroke...” Pale, every facial muscle savagely clenched, Christophe sent Lara a fleeting, almost blank glance that told her he was already a thousand miles away from her in mind and body. The honeymoon was over.

Laughing, though, was the last thing on our minds. We watched, stunned, as Brinsle flew further and further away. She was hardly more than a black dot now on the horizon by the time Astrid spoke. “Nevermind that,” Astrid said. “She KILLED him! That witch bitch actually KILLED her OWN brother!” Astrid’s voice was full of horror. The flash of light had been meant for Astrid. But Beta Brighton had stepped out in front of Astrid, blocking the light. So yes, Brinsle had just killed her sister.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

I blinked as I looked out into the battle. I was surprised I didn’t see Katrina, but it was Logan, and he looked pissed. His eyes were completely red as he wiped the blood from his cheek. Whoa, not Logan. This must be Jericho, the infamous Bloodmoon wolf spirit. The one said to be like a brother to Darkness. I hadn’t imagined or thought about Logan’s wolf being on par with the destructive force of Darkness and Light. Speaking of Light, my gaze focused on my sister. Her body was glowing as she held a warrior off the ground with a beam of Light strangling him. “GIVE ME MY SISTER!” Crista’s voice overlapped with Light’s as she snarled her demand.

"Liam Salvatore is the person who killed my sister." She revealed the truth. "What?" Peter's eyes widened and his jaw dropped in shock. "Are you in your consciousness?" Peter yelled out. "Yes, I’m in my consciousness." "This is the truth: Liam killed my sister to take revenge on Aaron." "Liam wanted to take revenge on Aaron. What are you talking about?" Peter groaned. "Yes, he wanted to take revenge on Aaron, so he killed Lyra." She revealed the truth.

he asked again, his grip tightening slightly. I said nothing. Sighing, Diego leaned back and pulled out a folder. He flipped through the pages, reading aloud. “The day my sister died… There was a nurse on duty that day. Caroline Slane.” My stomach twisted at the sound of my real name. Diego glanced at me, his lips curling into a bitter smile. “A nurse who suddenly stopped coming to work after that day. A nurse who, strangely, shares a somewhat uncanny resemblance to my sister.” He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “It almost fooled me. Almost.”

Her screen flashed as she submitted the work, and then it returned to her home screen. That’s when I saw it. A photo on her lock screen. Two girls, sitting side by side, flower crowns in their hair. Rebecca stared off to the side, serene. The other girl laughed right into the camera—amber hair, eyes full of light. “Is that your sister?” I asked, feeling something like recognition spark in my chest. Rebecca’s face changed. Not with pain—but with something deeper. A kind of stillness. “Was,” she said. “She died.”