Hinatas Sister Novels & Stories

What would he do if Marcus found out that it was Mariko’s sister whom he hit? “Tell me!” He growled. “It was Mariko's sister, Hana Saito.” Itsuki informed him which made Marcus taken aback. “Mariko? The Mariko who used to be my therapist?” Marcus asked. ‘The Mariko whom I like?’ he wanted to say it out loud but he chose not to.

One of them waved a hand at me. Yes, that's Hayden and a woman who seems to be his sister. I tried to remember what his sister's name was because it had been a long time since we had seen each other. Especially after the surgery I had, and made my memory a little problematic about the situation around me. After trying hard to think, I finally remembered the name of Hayden's sister. Nataly Clarke. Yes, I'm sure that's her name.

"What janitor are you talking about?" Anita asks Adan who faces her as he is sitting at the bed edge. "This…" Adan replies as he points behind him. "That's my sister!" Anita screams at him. "Are you sure?" He asks her again as he turns and a lady in a janitor's uniform comes in. "She is your sister?" Adan asks her again as he looks at the janitor. "Oh…I don't mean her. I mean Yami…" Anita says in a low voice.

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

Her hands, visible at the edges of the sheet, were curled into fists. She'd fought. She'd tried to live. And someone had held her under until she stopped. "That's her," Alexa said. Her voice didn't shake. That surprised her. "That's my sister." She reached out and touched Alice's hair. Still soft. Still dark. Still Alice. But her fingers froze halfway through the second stroke.

She managed to contain her reaction, though, because her hunch was adamant that this woman bore her no ill will. “Who are you?” Faye asked, her tone formal. Judging by her resplendent beauty and regality, Faye was sure this was no ordinary woman, which meant there was even less reason for one such fine young lady to come to her. “My name is Lysithea. I’m Zayn’s sister.” Faye was stunned. She remembered Zayn as the only child—there was never any talk about having a sister. “You’re joking, right? He’s the only child in his family. He doesn’t have a sister,” Faye replied.

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?

What the fuck did she feel when she touched my son? Umiko looks at me and smiles. “Fenriz, these are my two sisters, Hanabi,” she starts, gesturing to the sister in the baby blue dress, then turns to the one dressed in a light yellow blouse. “And Homura; they’re my older sisters. Unfortunately, Hikari, the eldest, couldn’t make it due to a death in their clan, but she will be joining us within the next few days.” “Yoroshiku onegaishimasu,” they say in unison with soft, gentle voices.

No family, no friends, just the two of us. Years swept by. I was an adult now. Despite that, my sister still fought for my safety. She was my only family, my only friend. I couldn’t thank her enough for everything. Our relationship turned more into a telepathic feeling. Whenever she’s sad, I can’t be happy. When she’s far away, I feel lonely, a part of me will be gone. My lovely sister’s name is Luna Bianchi, a parent, a friend, a defender, and my guardian. AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️💖💞