Fuegoleon Vermillion Sister Novels & Stories

I looked at my parents. “Do you want to know why I’m getting home so late tonight? A client forced me to down an entire bottle of hard liquor. I was in the washroom puking my guts out. “And while I was out there breaking my back, I saw my own sister showing off the apartment you bought her. It’s the one I’ve been working really hard to afford but will never, ever have! Daphne stood up and said in a shrill voice, “Lina, how can you talk to Mom and Dad like that? They’ve sacrificed so much to raise us—”

That banquet had changed so many things. Circe was locked in the cold-iron tide-cell, her Siren Pearl gone, her singing throat gone. Every time she tried to curse Orson and me, the seal of truth at her brow forced her to say, "Vera is Lord Theron's own sister. Orson is the Divine Court's own brother. I slandered them. I cannot afford to pay."

"You look really beautiful in that gown. He commented, dramatically twirling her around. A slight gasp escaped my lips as I noticed the red gown she had on. It was mine and I had never worn it because I thought it was too bright for my taste. Watching her in it at the moment made me want to rip it off of her and tell him it belonged to me so he could praise me instead. "Thank you, I got it from a very special someone." She placed her hand on her chest and turned to wink at me when she noticed he wasn't looking. The little act from her warmed my heart and my brain wires were reconnected. I had to remember that Caramel was my sister, and one of my best friends. I had to control my jealousy and

“Leon, are you alright?” Leon’s face was a little pale, but he shook his head and forced a weak smile. “I’m fine... Is she one of your colleagues?” Elian frowned, his voice lowering as he spoke. “She’s Morgana’s sister, Selena Thorn. Her younger sister is Morgana Thorn.” At the mention of the “Thorn” name, Leon’s body instinctively tensed, a hint of unease creeping into his voice. “So, she’s one of Lady Lisa’s people?”

His face looked confused as most of her words were a little bit incomprehensible. "So you mean to say, your sister has a weak magic aptitude. But to prove to your mother that she is worthy of ruling over the forest she plans to take down Fenrir which is the largest wolf in the forest?" "Yes" "If that's the case then I'll do my best to help your sister" Lyon said. Mili's face immediately lit up, she was so excited of Lyon accepting her offer that she lunged her body towards him giving him a hug. He smiled as she looked at her, he slowly paced his hand above her head and was about to rub her hair when his eye suddenly ached.

"His mother was Lycan-Fae born, and was captured when Finn was a baby. His father went to free her. It was a suicide mission and he knew it. He should have stayed with his newborn son." Her blood ran chilly. "Are lycan-Fae easier to catch than dire wolves for some reason?" "Are you worried for your sister?" vergel asked. "Of course.,, I mean if what you say is true, even if she isn't my real sister, stull for me, I mean, in my human memory she is my sister. I care for her," Pearl added. "She’s an excellent scout and flies better than most full blood Lycan. Don’t worry about her." Vergel smile.

In the few seconds that Jamil had confirmed the identity of her father and the seconds it took her brain to replay their last conversation, Irene connected several dots. “Then…my sister, is she-?” Jamil mimicked the sound of a ringing bell with his lips. “Correct! Your half sister is Leonica Romero.” Irene’s face completely fell. “What? Wasn’t the resemblance obvious?” Jamil mocked. “That woman is my half sister?!” Irene shouted. “Yup,” Jamil confirmed. “But that aside, you know Leonie?” Irene cringed at the nickname. “Who doesn’t? That bitch had made it her mission to ruin nearly everyone’s life, mine included!”

Yvonne snorted at Fiona. “Please do not act like this, are we not sisters? We are both carrying Jackson’s child. Even if your baby’s cord blood cannot save Leo, I can save him with mine.” Fiona ignored Yvonne’s darkened expression and touched Leo’s head after making her shameless statements. “Leo, I am your aunt, the children in my womb are your younger brothers.” “Fiona Summers, what kind of nonsense are you talking about?” Yvonne was angry.

Lemon gave up on catching bubbles when she saw her mother and ran toward her. Mable was afraid that she might fall and hurriedly went forward to hold her hand. Lemon looked at the boy beside her mother, her large eyes filled with curiosity. “Sweetie, this is your big brother.” Lemon tilted her head. “Bwa...” “Mommy, who is...” Mable smiled and said, “She’s your sister, Leena Muller. Her nickname is Lemon.” Spike looked at the soft little girl, his eyes full of amazement. “Lemon... My sister...”

Ginevra affirmed. “What?! How?” I exclaimed, jerking up. “That is not possible, I don’t believe you,” I cried. “The earlier you do, the better. And now to burst your bubble, my sister was murdered. Her murderer is no one else but Emiliano,” Ginevra declared. My eyes widened in shock. She stood up. “You got to let my sister be back inside of you. She has a mission to accomplish, please,” Ginevra begged, holding my hands. She sounded desperate. I looked at her, mouth agape.