Demi Lovato Little Sister 소설 & 이야기

My mother, Luna Elara. My brothers, Alphas Elias and Draven. My sister Valeria. Little Gamma Mia who is a year younger then Valeria at 16, and her bestie. The entire damn family. The only person who noticed me immediately was Valeria. Her face lit up instantly. She jumped up from her chair and shoved past Darius and Thomas. “Move! Move out the way!” I started laughing. She pointed directly at me. “Luc, you better fucking introduce me to my sister.”

I didn’t know that one night could ruin everything. If I had known, I would have stayed home. I would have ignored the invitation, ignored the dress laid neatly on my bed, and definitely not ignored the voice in my head telling me that I didn’t belong there. But it was my sister’s engagement party. And she has been there for me even during times I didn’t know I needed someone. And she wanted me there, that alone was enough to make me go. Getting to the venue, it was everything I expected elegant, expensive, and perfect, Just like her.

“We don’t need guess work in this situation. We need to be sure of who the person was.” “Did you just say her sister?” I asked. “Yes, she has a sister that is like three years older than her.” “Selena doesn’t have a sister,” I stated. “She is the last child of my parents. We are only two. Or did the sister fall from heaven?” “Are you sure about what you are saying?” Lorenzo questioned. “Very sure,” I assured. “Then we need to get the so called sister,” Lorenzo said and we both left the lounge together.

"You must think I'm a really bad person, huh?" "Well, I won't lie and say I'm not surprised but Jennifer deserves a loving guy and I know that it's everything you are." She smiled at me, "I haven't come to terms with it," she looked over her shoulder and chuckled, "and I'm so certain my dad won't come to terms with it but hey, I'm going to get used to it. At the end of day, Jennifer will always be my sister and now I can still have you at my watch." "I promise I didn't intend for things to end up like this." I said, letting out a deep breath.

Cristal won't like hearing about this," one of the guys with long hair and a goatee warned. " I'll deal with her later,' he shrugged, pushing me away from the table as I stared at him in complete shock. He just revealed that he has a girlfriend and forgot to tell me? " Who is Cristal? And why won't she like that you went out with me? " I stopped my steps, making him smile. He pointed to the stage, where the band from before was still playing. " The guitarist, her name is Cristal Dhenmeyer, my little sister. I go to all her shows " he indicated a young woman with bright pink hair " Can we go?”

"That pathetic man in front of us looked so scared when we found him. I was going to deal with him immediately, but my sister Evelyn talked me down. She actually felt bad for the poor bastard." There's cold laughter and then it stops as abruptly as it started. For a moment, she looks almost sad. Perhaps regretful? In the same instant I saw the emotion, it was gone and replaced by stone cold hatred. I shouldn't say anything, but I can't help it. Her sister seems to be the only one with a heart. "I can see why your sister would feel bad. I know when I see someone in that state, I would at least have some kind of pity on them."

Her outfit was completed with a pair of strappy sandals that gave her the sophisticated hippie girl look she is known for. "Santa Mama is here with your treats, girls." Luci's announcement caught the attention of Sira and Talia, who were busy fixing their hair in front of the mirror. The two girls turned around with a mischievous smile, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they caught sight of the brownies that Luci was holding in her hand.

She screamed, lunging at Mitchell in a fit of hysteria, but he watched her coldly as she was dragged into a car—the same car that had once taken me to that dreadful school. "My sister suffered," he said icily. "Now, it's your turn." As my body slowly healed, I resumed my studies in college, piecing together the life I had left behind. I made new friends and started over, slowly stitching the fragments of my soul back together. But I couldn't bring myself to return to that house. It suffocated me. Every month, Mitchell sent me large sums of money. He told me he had given me everything he earned. On holidays, he would timidly ask if I would come home, his voice fragile and desperate.

Had there been others? Margo's hand flew up as if to strike me, but I caught her hand, flinging it away from my face. "Don't touch me." I would not allow her to hit me ever. "How dare you speak ill of your sister. She's dead, Grace. Dead. And you're swooping in like some vulture—" "I loved her," I said quietly. "Despite everything, I loved her. But I won't pretend she was a saint. And I won't let you make me feel guilty for being alive when she's not."

He pushed her to the side and yelled, "Don't you dare touch the mother of my son, you crazy woman. I'll make sure you pay heavily for it if you do." Denise's body was already frail, and Simon's push only caused her to stumble several feet away. She fell, sitting on the floor, and she looked incredulously at Simon. "Simon, it's me, Denise! I'm Denise, the woman you love!" "Shut up! Who do you think you are? The woman I love is Eliza, and I'm your brother-in-law! I haven't come after you yet for lying to me that Eliza was pregnant with a girl."