Elder Sister Like One Novels & Stories

River muttered as he pulled away from the hug now and the next minute, the lady had flew into his arms as she smiled so widely, looking like a completely different person from the one that had been glaring at Estelle a while ago. " Elle," he turned to her but Estelle wasn't looking the least impressed, she was obviously jealous but she had just held herself back. " Meet Alice, my baby sister." Estelle immediately glanced back at the girl who was giving her one evil look but when River turned to her, it turned into a wide smile. Estelle laughed inwardly. Now, her problems seemed to have added by a centimeter.

“Eternal steel. I like that.” The elders approached then, a procession of weathered forms shuffling from the oak-thrones, staffs thudding rhythmic into the earth like heartbeat drums. They moved as one, bowing low—lower than tradition demanded, foreheads nearly kissing the blood-damp soil in profound contrition. The eldest, Mira—her face a map of wrinkles etched by a century of moons, silver braid coiled like a serpent—lifted rheumy eyes first, voice rough with age, awe, and a grief mirroring Clara’s own.

"Andon, I feel so dizzy…" Andon immediately swung her up into his arms. Sasha put her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek against his chest. She looked at me challengingly. She had done that in my past life, too. She had deceived Andon for ten years by appearing frail and delicate to him. Andon held her in his arms and turned to me. He said coldly, "Elise, since Grandma wants you to stay, then behave yourself. Don't even think about trying to get what doesn't belong to you."

Elders. “Miranda, we need to speak to you,” Shantelle, the oldest of the elders, spoke. Her adoptive niece, Claudia, helped her to walk. Claudia was quiet, shy, and disliked commotion. Andi could already see the girl’s eyes wide with fear due to the large gathering of loud women. “Shantelle, did it ever cross your mind to speak to Naya and set up some time?” She slammed her open notebook closed. No use letting them see that she’d been making a list of things to discuss with the man Gerri was sending her. What she really wanted was a contract, but it would probably turn off a man to be handed one of those upon first meeting.