Novel & Cerita Home Alone Sisters

Sarah Codache I stayed here at home for a long time ever since it crowded with people, and I felt so bored the whole moment I was here all alone. I tapped my fingers rapidly in the corner of an old wooden table in my room while sitting in front of it. My sister locked me here, and I have nowhere to treat my loneliness. The windows were all closed, and only this crepuscular light served as my sunlight every morning. For the past few days, my family has acted differently. My mom always arrived in a panic and immediately looked for me and hugged me with her worried arms. I can even feel her sobbing and wiping her tears behind me. I also noticed that my sister could not handle seeing me every da

CHAPTER 69 HOME ALONE WITH SISTERS The following morning, Selena sighed and blinked her eyes open. She had never before had a day been so dull in her life like yesterday, staying idle and doing nothing at home. Thank God, she avoided misusing drugs, alcohol, or marijuana, at least.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

There in the living room is some blonde woman I’ve never seen before, spread-eagled on the sofa with my brother kneeled on the floor pounding away, but as if that weren’t enough to make me want to pry my eyes from their sockets, it’s all made worse by the somewhat plus-size man with ebony skin who is kneeled behind my brother going to town on him. Just fucking fantastic. It’s every sister’s desire to come home from a long day of saving humankind to find their brother is the filling in a multi-racial sandwich. I avert my eyes as quickly as I can and make a beeline for the stairs, racing to the third floor. Thankfully I don’t think they noticed me as the three of them seemed far more preoccupi

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

My eyes had flooded with tears; I couldn't help crying. I could be strong in front of outsiders, but I could not put on a brave face in front of my family. When Laura saw my older brother, she immediately laid the blame on me. "Your sister is talking nonsense, slandering my son and daughter-in-law, saying they are involved with each other. You'd better take her home and teach her a lesson!" she snapped. Before I could defend myself, Grayson hurried in. He ignored everyone and grabbed my hand, trying to pull me away. "Apologize to Scarlette—she slit her wrist and tried to kill herself," he demanded.

"You… You really were reborn! I know that you only chose Seth out of defiance. You're going to regret it!" I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how radiant I was. I said coldly, "Regret? Why would I regret it? "Andon, know your place. I'm your sister-in-law now, and if you keep being rude, I'll tell your older brother so that he can teach you how to behave." Andon was rendered speechless. He could not do anything except lower his voice and say threateningly, "Do you think you have an advantage over me because you're with Seth?

As he returned to work, I brought him a glass of water, when he just happened to reach out. We touched each other, but he withdrew his hand first and pretended like nothing happened. "Your sister won't survive." There was no doubt about it—anyone who could be objective would be able to see that there was no hope for my sister. Even with that mysterious spell that kept her alive despite losing almost all of her blood, it was just pointless. Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body.

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

Satisfied. She sometimes questioned if they were truly sisters. Other than the fact that looking at each other was like looking into a mirror, they had nothing, except for their dislike for each other, in common. She’d even mentioned it to her mother at one point. Even though her mother laughed at the suggestion, Louella was certain she detected a bit of nervousness in her body language. Then, she was merely a child of ten when she said this, so she couldn’t be certain about the nervousness. It was something that sat in the back of her mind and crawled to the forefront now and then, especially during times of stress when Davina was involved. Making her way to the bar in the family room,