Fated To My Sister's Chosen 소설 & 이야기

she gently says and grabs my face to make me look at her, "If he turned out to be a cheater and a fucking backstabber, you're better without him. You'll see it one day. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but you'll realize one day. And then your person will arrive, Sky, I promise. You're such an amazing, incredible, wonderful, beautiful person… if anyone deserves to have a fated mate, is you." But that's never going to happen. What are the odds of two sisters having fated mates? It's unheard of. I'm destined to be alone forever, that's my fate. "Come on, cry it out," she says and pulls me until my head is resting over her huge boobs, "You'll get sick if you keep all this ugliness inside of you." "

However, I desired to hear it in another form when I thrust into her. “I'm not trying to intimidate you,” I said, winking at her, which only infuriated her. “I have two lovely sisters. You can pick one out of them. They would serve you better than I.” she offered. “Your father mentioned your name, not them.” I pointed out. “I hate him.” She said.

I demanded. “It has been such a long time since I have seen her. When you guys arrived, I realized. She knew instantly too. But, you know how I feel about all of that.” he said, his head dropping to his hands. He did not need to say the exact words. I had known the man long enough to know what he meant. My sister was his fated mate. The moon goddess had chosen one of my best friends for my sister. But, in doing so, she had chosen a man who did not want a mate. All because he feared himself and the man he could become.

“Will it matter to you if you are not his fated mate? Will you not be happy as a chosen mate? Being chosen is the second-best thing. Or maybe it’s the best thing, as it’s the heart that chooses you, and not dictated by fate or anyone.” “I don’t know, Amber. It seems Kairo will never see me as anything more than a friend. So I kept praying for him to be my fated mate, hoping he’d see me in a different light. But then I don’t know. If the Goddess decides to give him a mate, why will she choose me for him when obviously, he only sees me as a friend? Or worse, as a sister.” “Cassidy…” I slipped an arm around her and pulled her to my side. I hugged her while she rested her head between my shoulde

The burden of being the chosen one was weighing her down and she feared she would get crushed under the heavy weights. "The memory you saw of your death",Anastasia said. "The woman in chains must have been my sister. It only means one thing;you will succeeded in defeating my sister, but you will be consumed by the darkness. It is either that, or I'm not explaining it well". "Let's forget that first",Serena said. "How do I end all this? How do I defeat your sister?"

"We agreed that the suite with the biggest walk-in closet is mine. I get to choose the furniture myself." I stood in the middle of the living room, wondering if I had heard wrong. She said it so naturally, as if moving into the Moretti estate was the most obvious thing in the world. Henry did not argue. He just smiled. "Your sister has no objections." "My sister loves me. She would never object." I stood there and felt something loosen in my throat. "What if I said I do object?" The room went quiet for two seconds. Nina froze. It was probably the first time I had ever refused her. Before she could speak, her eyes were already red.

“After Liam’s mother passed—she was the King’s sister, my sister-in-law and best friend…” Her voice softened, trembling slightly. “I vowed to raise him like my own. So when I heard he was kidnapped, I lost control. Fear makes people act… harshly.” I could see the tears gathering in her eyes. “I understand, Mother,” I said quietly. “And I know everyone can attest that you raised them well.” She smiled sadly. “Maybe too well. They inherited the King’s kindness, and that… that cost him his life.” Her fingers trembled as she reached for the tissue box, but I beat her to it, passing one gently.

My stepsister killed me. All because her marriage fell apart and she couldn’t stand the sight of mine. She envied the glittering illusion of my “perfect” life—never realizing the truth about what my so-called perfect marriage really was. And luckily, the fate had given me another chance. I was reborn before everything happened. “Father, I want to marry Silas Vane.” The moment Lila spoke his name, a chill raced down my spine. I knew instantly—she had been reborn just like me.

Her heart was heavy, but deep down, she knew—if he truly didn’t return her feelings, she would have no choice but to let him go and try to move on. ‎ ‎“I see you as a sister. I don’t love you. I won’t ever love you,” he said firmly, locking eyes with her. There was no hesitation in his tone, no kindness in the words,just cold, clear truth. He believed it was better to be direct now than give her false hope only to destroy it later. ‎

Her black hair and sparkling, inquisitive eyes were identical. The woman whispered, her voice shaking with passion, “This is your big sister, Winter.” With wide eyes, the young girl took a hesitant step forward. With a head tilt, she questioned, “You’re my sister?” Winter smiled slightly at the girl as she knelt down to her level. “I suppose I am,” she murmured. After a moment of hesitation, the young girl smiled broadly. She flung her arms around Winter’s neck and gave her a firm hug. “A sister has always been my dream!”