Novel & Cerita Howzer Sister Seven Deadly Sins

Azael questioned when he noticed his brother's dark face reflected on the computer screen. "I want to chop off his hands." "Me too. Why do I feel so possessive even though it is the first time I'm meeting her?" Azael felt frustrated. Never had he felt so lost and not in control. A woman they had met for the first had managed to mess with their brains without doing anything. They were lured to her like moths were to light and as time passed, their greed to have her in their life only increased. "Continue the video." Reuel's voice was cold and dangerous. His knuckles had turned white as he gripped the glass hard. It was just close to shattering in his hand.

I mean the rogues had done a damn good job of breaking him too. “And what exactly are you collecting?” I asked, folding my arms. “Money? Gold? Gems?” She smiled. “No,” she said smoothly. “On the eve of the red moon, I want the heart of the human girl. Zoe Cross.” I stared at her as my heart rate picked up. She must be joking. But her expression didn’t change. “You want… his sister’s heart?” I said slowly. “In a box,” she confirmed. “Still warm.” Something cold settled in my chest. This wasn’t part of the deal. She never said anything about sacrifices,especially not high-profile ones from another Alpha’s family. I stepped around the desk.

And she was one of those Stanford Wizkid that won all the hackathons. That day, Sophia was speaking on stage, and I just stood there starstruck. It was the way she carried herself with charisma and confidence. It was her choice of words and how each syllable was elegantly pronounced. It was her tailored black suit, sexy tanned skin, smokey eyes, and unforgettable smile. It was everything that was her. Lucky me, we got a chance to talk at the after-event party, and the rest was history.

I ask, dumbfounded, low-key having the idea. “You think I'm the only miserable bitch here who fucks any potential cock she can find?” she asks venomously. “No, Keila. I know everything. I know everything about you and Jordan…” My heart is on my throat and my eyes twitch in anxiety. “and also his brother…Sebbastian Steele.” By this time, my other leg follows and they're completely in sync as I retreat slowly. After hearing the words she speaks, terror sucked the very breath and words from mine. I hear a faint gasp: I didn't realize it's my own not until later.

I wouldn't want to put anyone through that. "I don't know..." I trail off. "What do your siblings get out of this?" Shinee's eyes spark for a slight moment. "My approval as the better, older brother." All of a sudden, the smell of pine hits me right in the face. Glancing over, I notice that Ira has joined us. Ira is the most intimidating of all the Seven Sins. She's wrath, and pure evil through and through. Her sweet tone and pretty, almost perfect looks are simply a façade, to draw the innocent in before his true self inevitably arises. Unfortunately, she can't hide her true self behind anything.

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

Dead. The remaining two spun, weapons raised. And at the bottom of the stairs, framed in the smoke, stood a woman I thought I’d never see again. Her eyes, the same shade as mine. Her stance, lethal and certain. “Calla,” I breathed. My sister smiled faintly, a knife dripping blood in her hand. “Miss me?” --- Just as Caelum and Saphira are about to be executed, Calla the sister Saphira thought was dead appears, slaughtering Lucien’s men and turning the balance of the fight.

"Your sister might be in trouble out there. Come with me right now and help me find her." In my previous life, I didn't listen to Dad. I refused to go with him, so Amber's plan failed. But this time, I brushed the cracker crumbs off my clothes and nodded at Dad. "Okay." … In the early stages of the heatwave, looting had already broken out on the streets. A group of thugs held a knife to Amber's throat, and her face was streaked with tears. "Dad, don't worry about me," she cried. "They said they'll let me go if Evelyn takes my place. But how could I trade her life for mine?"

"You know what was the most fun? Watching you push Cerys into the abyss, step by step! Every time she was framed, every time she was pushed away, it was all my doing! And you, my stupid brother, you always chose to believe me!" The blood drained from Theron's face. "You… you framed her every time…" "Of course!" Lilith's expression became boastful. "The blood contamination, the stolen tomes, the blood frenzy… I did it all! But you always blamed her, always pushed her away, always hurt her! You drove your own sister to her death! You did it with your own two hands! Hahaha!" Theron collapsed, clutching his head. "I killed her," he whispered. "It was me."

I scream, scrambling back into the shadows as the scent of iron and burning sulfur fills the room. Through the shattered terrace window, a tall female steps into the firelight, holding a smoking repeating crossbow. She pulls back her dark leather hood, revealing sharp, malicious features, high noble cheekbones, and ice-blue eyes glowing with cold fury. It is Celestine Hawthorne—Everett's estranged, highly dangerous sister who was exiled from the Hawthorne Pack five years ago.