Novel & Cerita I Didn't Kill My Sister

I say. "And you as well are full of surprises. I've wanted to do this for a long time. I knew that you were going to kill my sister. There was no doubt about that. She had it coming for a long time. But my son. I never thought you'd do that." She says. "I never touched your sister." I say in defense. "The black witch. She was my sister. And we all knew that she was going to get herself killed because of the life she chose to live. That didn't surprise me." She says.

I have to make sure that she meets her near end. Walking into the kitchen, I walked to the fridge. Luckily there was no one in the kitchen and it was just me. My sister seems to be getting away from my hand anytime I try to kill her. The first day I came here I tried pushing her down the stairs but fortunately that bastard, Richard had to appear and save her. I tampered with her brakes but it was a driver who had gotten killed. What more could I do to make sure that I get rid of her.

He stepped forward but I rooted myself in place, willing my confidence not to leave me, "You want to talk, fine, let's talk. Growing up, I had the best sister. My dad may have been a pretentious twat and my mother was undeserving of the Luna title but my sister, she was something else. She was amazing, the only one who truly understood me. She stood up for me whenever my dad thought he was teaching me to be a strong alpha. Most of the time taking my beatings on herself to spare me. And on her sixteenth birthday, after her first shift, she decided to end it all." I gasped, hands flying to cover my mouth, "I-I'm sorry." My heart ached in my chest and tears pricked my eyes. "She didn't kill her

Stayed loyal to them my whole damn life. “Zara, I know you’ll have a hard time believing me, but I didn’t kill your sister,” I convulsed, my eyes fogging with tears, needing to fight my corner. Not being able to bear the thought of fucking losing her. The only good thing that happened to me in my life. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, it hurts. I would never kill innocents. Never…”

I cried harder. "If I do have care about our blood relativeness, then I hadn’t killed our father. But as you could see, Jazzie, I don't care. I loathed them. I loathed your ex-husband's father. I loathed your ruthless ex. Because of him, my sister committed suicide. The real sibling I only consider of." I stiffened. "Y-you killed…Uncle?" I repeated.

“Do you really think… they’re talking about me? “Check your social media, Yuna.” The moment I finished speaking, the voices around us grew louder. “This whole family is unbelievable, completely heartless. Favoritism doesn’t even begin to cover it.” “If you ask me, people like this… if they die, so be it. At least the younger sister would finally have some peace.” “And that sister of hers—what the hell is wrong with her?” Yuna’s expression began to shift. She hurriedly pulled out her phone and opened her social media.

Raze said, grabbing my arm as I was about to hit him again. “Is it? My sister is kidnapped! Oh because we say ‘Missing’ you think it's light? My sister has been missing! For all I care, she would have been dead! She could be dead. She could be a lot of things right now.” I yelled, my face red from anger. I could be a bad brother. I abandoned my sister! But one thing I wasn't going to take? Was another person letting her go through all of that again. I am going to kill this morherfucker.

I went about my morning routine in a daze, my mind buzzing with questions that refused to quiet down no matter how hard I tried. All I wanted was the damn answers to my questions and yet I got nothing. How is it possible for two sisters to drift so far apart that they’d willingly try to kill each other? I don’t have a sibling, obviously. My adoptive parents never had a child of their own and they never adopted anyone else after me. But still, even if I did have a sibling, I can’t imagine ever hurting them, let alone killing them.

“She kept denying it and then we got into an argument. My parents were gone for the weekend for a business trip and I told her that I would tell them if she didn’t get her shit together. The next few weekends she didn’t come over and she would only reply to my messages with one word replies. I decided to go up to her university and check in on her myself. When I walked in, she was sitting there with a boy who was putting some sort of drug in her mouth. She was already high and didn’t even know what was going on. I grabbed him and punched him so hard that he fell unconscious. My parents eventually found out and managed to make the university agree to Ariana taking online classes from home. On

You killed my sister! "I didn't intend to, technically I only bit her. And that bite is insignificant compared to the numerous stab wounds my aunt and I received from your sister. Have you ever considered that? Or did you just spoil your sister? Even knowing how wicked she is. So, you should also blame yourself. If you had taught her some manners, she wouldn't have turned out to be a psychopath. Maybe my aunt would still be alive, and we would be living happily. I wouldn't be in this noisy world, searching for a victim to quench my bloodlust." "Wait, did you say I killed your sister?”