How Old Was Giyu When His Sister Died นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nobody had cared about me. To this day, the incident haunted me. I thought I was about to die on my third day without sustenance when my eldest brother, Gary, had descended from the heavens and set me free. Though he hadn't expressed any concern toward me, he was still the kindest among my brothers. I supposed he'd already heard about what I'd said earlier that morning. When I didn't respond, Carl probably thought his threat had scared me. He leaned close and said, "You know what I'm capable of. It's easy enough for me to make a person disappear without a trace."

After speaking, he hurriedly turned and left. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my heart from the grievances I had accumulated over two lifetimes. My mind was filled with everything that happened in my previous life. The night Adrian marked me, he used the excuse of caring for my injured sister and never came home. When he went south with the troops to fight, he only took Sophia with him, saying that she had never seen the sight of other packs. Even when our son was born, he did not come back to see him, focusing only on comforting Sophia, who had lost her mate.

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

“A brother and a sister. My brother is fourteen, my sister is twelve” Aurora nodded encouragingly, her expression softening. “My parents…” Elara’s voice faltered for a moment. She bit her lip before continuing. “My parents died in a car accident five years ago. I was just nineteen then. My siblings were so little… they didn’t even understand what had happened at first”. Aurora’s heart ached at those words, and she instinctively reached across the table to hold Elara’s hand. Elara blinked, surprised, but didn’t pull away.

Five years ago. The same time her brother had died. "He never told me," she said numbly. "About his sister." "He doesn't talk about it. To anyone." Marcus's expression softened slightly. "She was seventeen. Wrong place, wrong time. Caught in the crossfire of a gang war. Dante found her body himself." Elena closed her eyes, pain lancing through her chest. All this time, they'd both been carrying the same wound, the same grief, and he'd never said a word. Had never trusted her enough to share it.

Nico sit beside me "Good to know that you're happy here." He smiled "Tell me about your sister." "What do you want to know?" He asked "Tell me everything." "She's 17, she's a typical highschool girl. Like kpops, going to music shows and support her favorite boygroup. She really loves to read, she has bookshelf for novels and she has a tons of books." Nico smiled remembering here "What's her name?" "Yoonji." "A cute name." "After my parents got here, they care for us until she was 3 then they always dropped us to my grandparents place. They never care for us, all they think is work money and work again." I hold Nico's hand and gently stroke it

Erica looked up at me, “H-how?” “You want to know the truth then here it is. Remember what I told you about my sister...” Wariness entered her expression. I said, “I told you someone killed her, remember?” She nodded jerkily at the sharp tone of my voice. "Gianna is the daughter of that dead sister.” Her lips parted as shock registered in her eyes. “And I did love her mother. She was my fucking sister that someone took away from me.”

It's a shame she didn't survive. The other reporters inhaled sharply upon hearing his words. They couldn't imagine what kind of deep-seated grudge could drive someone to kill a girl so cruelly. "She was discovered far too late. She had been dead at least a week." My mother sighed pitifully. When I heard her words, I couldn't help but wonder if she would feel regret if she knew it was me who'd died. At the same time, she continued to look through the photos. She froze when she flipped to one of the photos.

Then he paused, a sad smile on his face. “All my sister ever wanted was to meet her mate, who would love her like her brother and father; sadly, she was murdered by her mate. She would have been 23 years old by now,” he said, looking gloomy. I breathed out, looking at his expression. I can’t imagine how he felt; she seems like a bright young girl who had so much ahead of her, and to think we would have been the same age. “I’m sorry,” I said. He shook his head, smiling at me.

Her eyes widened in panic as she asked my dad what to do. My dad lit a cigarette, took a drag, and said in a low voice, “They look so alike anyway. If it comes down to it, let Yuna take Jana’s place and keep living.” My mom hesitated for only a moment before making her decision. “Alright. We’ve already lost one daughter; there’s no way we’re losing the other too.” Just like that, my death was quietly buried. The three of them still went on to celebrate my birthday, laughing and enjoying themselves, as if I had never belonged in their lives at all.