Invisible Sister Novels & Stories

Helen😌: “Whoever is helping her stay invisible is doing a very clean job.” IYSexy: “He can issue all the statements he wants. Her silence is the louder narrative now.” Scott: “Absence as power move. She’s rewriting the terms from outside the walls.” Graham🚶: “The longer this goes, the less the relapse line sells.” Bad_bee🐝: “Family is still protective and quiet. That tells its own story.” Am_ra_ah: “I love it when women finally stand up for themselves. I hope that when she shows, it is for good.”

“Someone.” The others froze. “Elara,” Aiden whispered. “No,” Iris corrected, lifting her head slowly. Her eyes flashed—half hers, half veiled in obsidian. “It’s older than Elara. It’s the shadow that made her.” Scene 1: The Voice Within Inside Iris’s mind, a storm brewed. She stood on a floating shard of moonlight, surrounded by an ocean of shadows. In front of her stood a figure cloaked in tattered mist. It had no face, yet its presence loomed with impossible gravity.

"A vampire." I tried to call the attention of the woman but it seems that she doesn't hear me. The vampire slowly approaching them. I shout out of lungs but I feel like I am invisible to them. I want to help them, run to them , but my feet suddenly froze on the spot. I'm not able to stay still where I stand. I can see the vampire approaching. He walked slowly, I felt very scared. Suddenly the vampire's mouth opened and the fang came out and was ready to devour them. I feel frustrated that I can't even help them. Gradually, I just closed my eyes because I couldn’t bear to see two innocent people die at the hands of a vampire. Crying was all I could do as I heard the screams and cries of the c

she purred, getting down on her knees and taking me in her mouth. My head fell back against the door as she sucked me off. Goddess she was so much better than all the inexperienced omegas around here. Most of them were virgins before I took them, which was okay and all, but sometimes you just needed a woman who knew what she was doing and not some innocent pup.

came a whisper in the night, one spoken with hope. This was a whisper with a mind of its own. A creature like a voice, unable to be seen, or felt, but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and she was currently one of the captives of the house of silence, the very body of the house itself. This was what time had done to Rose and her sisters. This was what a curse had done to them against their will. But a whisper had been sent. A feeling of hope to be restored.

Both women were dressed in dark, sleek attire each exuding a quiet confidence that commanded attention. The first woman, with raven-black hair and piercing hazel eyes, exuded an air of mystery. She was dressed in sleek black leather jeans and a matching jacket that fit her figure perfectly, a blend of elegance and practicality. Stylish yet mysterious, she stood out in a way that commanded attention without effort. She wasn't dressed like someone who held a similar role to Vera at the company, Julian guessed she must work on something related to security, judging by the way she was dressed, with an earpiece in her ear. Plus her controlled aura suggested she was someone who thrived in precisio

Breaking pretty much every code I was ever taught. “The Alphas don't know. All they see is packs locking down their borders. Eric prevents anyone from entering, or leaving for that matter.” Emma's voice turned distasteful. “How come he brought you here then?” Emma reached her hand toward a rose. Immediately the rose leaned towards her touch wrapping itself around her fingers. I stared shocked “You have powers.” I spluttered stupidly. Emma smiled grimly “Yes. Eric caught me freeing my packmates by growing ivy through the cell walls.”

_____ Mira’s POV Sierra. That evil hideous witch. That woman with a bright smile and a evil heart. She thinks she can get away after killing my sister—after causing my mother to die of heart attack from the death of my sister. She thinks she will know peace… Hell no. Peace is a luxury that she can’t afford even though it’s one cent.

"About me?" No answer. Not a word. Just the mirror catching the slight hitch in his chest. She let the robe fall. Naked. Vulnerable. But not afraid. He stepped closer. His gloved hand hovered near her neck, then stopped. Waiting. "I want to know what silence feels like," she murmured. "When it’s inside me. Around me. I want to feel you without hearing you." That did it. Silas grabbed her throat. Not hard. Not painful. Just enough. Just enough to say you asked for this. His palm was wide, warm, trembling with restraint. Her lips parted, breath gone.

“Welcome home, Amara.” I literally felt chills in my whole body. And I desperately searched round for the source of the voice, hoping I’d catch him. But I was sorely disappointed. The voice disappeared immediately after that. My heartbeat suddenly felt too loud inside my chest. My eyes moved instinctively toward the small cameras hidden in the corners. Victor continued walking like nothing had happened. Like mysterious billionaire voices speaking through invisible speakers was completely normal behavior. I huffed a breath, moving a strand of hair from my mouth as I stood straighter.