Novel & Cerita In My Sister's Shadow

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

Daimon asked with a slight smirk. Shadow heavily sighed again. He can't do anything about it even if he didn't want him searching his belongings. He gripped the photo in hand before closing his tired eyes. "She went missing years ago. She's about high school now," Shadow opened up. Daimon blinked a couple of times as if he didn't already know. (Yeah, I did my background check on you,) he thought to himself. "I would do anything to have my sister back," Shadow whispered before looking up at him.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

“You’re drooling, Little River.” He teases lightly, and I flush. “Sorry” I murmur, but before he can say anything, something moves beside him and moves towards me as if coming in for a hug. I scream and jump back, only to take a close look… What in the Dr. Facilier shit, is this? Is that his shadow casually coming my way? “I-uh-I…” “Back.” He says, and the shadow seems to deflate sadly and then retreat into his actual shadow.

There had never been a lesson in any book telling me how to check if my shadow was normal. I could only rely on the most clumsy methods to test it myself. I set an alarm, making it go off every hour. When I woke up, I would look at the wall to see if my shadow was still there. Every day, I checked, and slowly, I began to accept the reality that my shadow had returned to normal.

"You are not real. She is not real. Mom already came. Already lied. Go away, shadow. I won't fall for it. I won't be fooled again.” Tamara rushed towards him. The shadows hissed and pulled back from her light. "I'm real! I'm your sister. Your twin sister." "I have no sister. I have no one. The shadows showed me. I'm alone. Always alone." "No!" Tamara clutched his face. The darkness scorched her hands. She refused to release him. "You have me. You’ve always had me. We were together before we were born.” "Lies." "Mom used to sing to us, " Tamara said, desperate. "When we were infants. She sang the mockingbird song. 'Hush little baby, don't say a word.'”

Deeply grateful, Natasha realized that this girl was the same one she had saved from the bad boys a few days earlier. Their encounter solidified their bond, and Natasha took the girl, Imade Martins, to a secluded spot where they could talk. Imade was a beautiful, smart, and funny girl. Their friendship blossomed into a close relationship resembling that of sisters, despite their different social backgrounds. Almost every day, Natasha would sneak out of her house to meet Imade at the park. Imade opened Natasha's eyes to the realities of poverty as they shared experiences like eating street food and using public transportation.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the golden afterglow stretched their shadows long, until they merged into one, indistinguishable from each other. This scene was more eternal than any painting Elara could ever create. Its name: "Freedom and Love." (The End)

The subterranean library, once a sanctuary of ancient parchment and silent history, was now a tomb of vibrating shadows. Selene—or the hollowed-out vessel that had once been my sister—stood in the wreckage of the elevator doors. The black liquid leaking from her eyes wasn't blood; it was the physical manifestation of the Shadow Heir’s data, an ink that rewrote the reality of anyone it touched.

I was dragged down the hallway despite my desperate pleas of innocence. My screams echoed against the cold walls. His stance remains defiant towards me while he attends to my sister. Over his shoulder, a wicked smile crossed Ana’s face as she watched me being dragged. At that moment, I wanted to rip her apart. I watched as Cole carried my sister in his arms to the hospital; moments later, I was thrown into a dark room, and the door slammed shut. That night, I was not given any food, and my stomach kept rumbling in hunger. The next morning, a loud bang woke me up. The door swung open.