Invisible Sister Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

My pulse beat too loud in my ears. “Don’t be shy,” she continued, tilting her head. Her smile stretched wider. “Talk to me. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.” My throat closed. I knew better than to play into her. Silence was safer. Silence was survival. But Sandy thrived in silence. She fed on it. “You know what’s funny?” she whispered, leaning closer until her perfume choked me, the smell of roses and something metallic, sharp. “You and I, we’re not so different. Both outsiders. Both fighting for scraps. Both trying to make him see us.”

_____ 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.

And Sienna felt it like a physical thing. That gaze. Sharp. Searching. Too aware. ⸻ For a split second, the softness was gone. Not completely. But enough. Enough for Sienna to see what lived underneath it. Something colder. Something older. Something that had nothing to do with sisterly warmth or polite smiles. ⸻ And just like that— Sienna knew. She knew that Isabelle knew. ⸻ The realization didn’t explode. It settled quietly. Heavy and undeniable. Like a stone dropping to the bottom of deep water.

"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.

"You'll have to move eventually when security gets here." My body jerks back to life at the word security. "Please, sir," I blurt out. "My sister, Keisha, works here. I'm not an intruder." "Tell that to security." "Please—" "Don't move." His tone sharpens, as if he knows I'm about to make a run for his direction. Then I hear it, the sound of his phone dialing. My heart pounds so violently I promise one could hear it echo through the library.

The Throne Room had transformed into the interior of a massive, pulsing lung. The walls, once cold marble, were now slick with a bioluminescent film that tasted of ozone and ancient copper. Isabella stood atop the dais, her body partially submerged in the quartz skin of the Elder Mother like a graft that had refused to take properly. She wasn't just a ghost in the machine anymore; she had become the machine’s primary directive.