Deku Sister Novels & Stories

“Damn, Irina, I guarantee you, I will own that moment so much, you'd think he's the bride!” And, then, hysterical laughter rang out. The two ladies were Anna and Irina Sabalenka, blood siblings, and they were riding in Anna's black Corvette, on their way to pick up Anna's wedding gown for her impending wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Neo McKinney. Irina, the younger sister, was billed to be the chief bridesmaid, and the excitement in the two ladies’ hearts was evident. “Seriously, though, it would be the happiest day of my life, Irina.. I almost can't believe that it's actually happening,” Anna continued, “I almost have to pinch myself.”

Playing the victim. "Oh my! Oh my! They're bullying us! Attacking innocent people!" She wailed dramatically. Clutching her chest. My brother's patience snapped. He grabbed Derek's sister by the hair. Yanked her forward. He slammed her head against the door. Hard. Thud! She cried out. Her hands flew to her head. "Listen carefully," my brother growled. "My sister comes from the northern territory's royal family. Derek has everything because my sister supported him from behind. Every promotion. Every success. All her."

"She goes by the deity name, Iseldis, known as the Goddess of Healing and Hunting." I held my breath, feeling chills down my spine. "Iseldis..." I muttered my second older sister's name. "Yes, sister." She nodded and clung to Claude's arm. "Soon. You shall meet her soon and be able to meet the rest of our sisters once I finally find the rest of us." She winked. "Oh, I see..." I kept nodding, feeling overwhelmed by this information that I just knew. I thought that once I regressed, only I could provide information. I couldn't believe that there was something more than meets the eye.

“Here it is, Mr Dereck. “Cris hands him the suit. “Lucien will take it. “Derek looks at me. “And I hope you go straight to the company. Derek places the suit in my hands and leaves. …. I return to the office, but I receive a call from my sister's school. Yes, I have a sister who is Comos and my daughter. He is much younger than me, she is 6 years old. My mother died early and my father, well… he never wanted anything to do with us. Since my mother's death, it's always been me and my sister. Her name is Carol, a beautiful blonde girl, with blue eyes and curly hair.

Said the seer. Derek moved his gaze to the seer who was standing beside him. "What did you just say?" He asked. "She isn't just a maid, that's what she made us believe. There is some thing about her, some thing so… secretive." Derek looked at Erica whose face was buried to the ground. "What are you?" He asked. "I… I'm…" "Look at me." She looked at him. "What are you?" He asked again. "My name is Erica, I'm your sister… your cousin sister."

“Perhaps she’s no longer alive. Or perhaps—” “Perhaps what?!” His sister’s eyes then widened. “Pardon me, Leonardo Richards. Perhaps you forget that you’re talking to your sister and we’re at the dining table.” “I’m sorry.” A genuine lie from Leo. Leo lowered his face upon apologizing to his sister, Rhella Richards. The latter always gain the upper hand when it comes to debates like this. How could she not when his sister is the reigning Heathen Queen—the Queen of Heathens, witches as to what the common people call them.

“May I tell you a story? While you rest?” I tilt my head to the side. “Sure.” She looks away from me at the window, the bright sunlight casting deep and vibrant colors across her face. “In the time before, before life, before there was even a touch of sunlight on our planet there were ten sister deities. They were as immortal as we are and emotionless for the world around them. Thousands, maybe even millions of years passed by until one of the sisters found something alive. A small flower, beautiful and bright like a diamond. She showed it to her sisters, who were all surprised by this life. This something… so different.”

“Come on. They’re not going to hold you. Let’s get out of here.” Scott gave me a ride home but didn’t say much until he turned onto my street. “How do you know Sydney Deagan?” “I dated her sister, Jewell, a few times back in high school and I’m shooting her students’ recital photos this year. Why?” He pulled in the drive, moved the gearshift to neutral, and turned to face me. “She’s a potential witness and I don’t want any surprises coming up. Are you two romantically involved?” I exhaled. “No. Not really.”

Gretha, Monique's second sister, said worrying about Damon and not with Monique at all as she sat on Monique's bed in her room "Why not? We're engaged anyway so it's only right. What's the problem with that?" Monique said defensively to her sister making Gretha sighed thinking that her sister is obsessed with the guy This sister of mine was dangerously in love with Duke Maxwell's eldest son. This can't be good but what can I do? She's always the favorite daughter unless Wilhelm talked to father but that won't be the case at all "Alright but let me just remind you that too much will never be good to other people, remember that Monique," Gretha said while standing up from her sister's bed and

“I don’t get you. Insolent how? What are you on about?” “When your sister showed me that video of you online, abruptly pulling that Sebastian into a kiss, I knew at once that we were loosing you. Meanwhile Duke Sanchez from Luxembourg has eyed you as the perfect suitor for her precious daughter. Thanks to your sister who reminded me of that, all I had to do was pick up my phone and accept the betrothal offer.” She shrugged, a side smirk on her face. My sister reminded her. Of course she did. That little wench.