Kill La Kill Sister Novels & Stories

Three years ago, on a full moon night, my mother jolted awake at midnight, claiming the Moon Goddess had delivered a prophecy: On the day of my twentieth birthday, the feral gene inside me would spiral out of control. I would shift into a wolf and kill my sister. At first, my parents were skeptical. But after I awakened my wolf at eighteen, my sister would seize up whenever she was near me, clutching her chest and collapsing to the ground in violent fits of gasping. To protect her and force my wolf into dormancy, my parents resorted to every harsh measure they could devise. They poured suppression potions down my throat that ate away at my organs, and clamped a restraining collar around my n

I needed their help for this to happen or work out. "Reina's parents or at least her mother is alive and I need your help to find her and their siblings. I was able to do some resyand I found this." I slammed Leo picture on the desk. Killian picked up the photographs and held it up. "This is Lui." He announced. I already knew that but I was not sure and definitely did not want to jump into conclusions.

“She’s not a little witch. “This is my sister. She’s the most important person to me in this world.” Kimberly was stunned. She stammered. “T-That’s impossible. Your sister’s a cripple. How could this girl be your sister? “There must be a misunderstanding.” Kimberly crawled to Lucas’s feet and tugged on his trousers with a hopeful look. “Lucas, you must have mistaken her for someone else.” Lucas kicked her away with disgust. “My sister? How could I possibly mistake her for someone else?” He grabbed Kimberly’s hair and dragged her until she was kneeling right before my corpse. He then waved his hand, and the bodyguards behind him rushed into the crowd of guests.

“You are wrong. I don’t have any idea about your sister. I didn’t even know why you singled out Erica and what game you are playing. I didn’t have anything against you, but that wasn’t the case with you which came as a surprise to me.” “Of course, it wasn’t. She was my sister. The woman you kîlled right after you killed your boss to take his place to rule New Orleans! You killed my sister!” I roared, pain stabbing through me to think that I was standing here facing her killer but I couldn’t do anything to avenge her because I promised my wife. “And now you have the fucking nerve to pretend that you don't know anything. You sit there in your fucking home with your wife and kid when you ruined

Killian sighs, shaking his head. " What's going between you two," I ask. " Ever since I started dating Dennis, she's been insufferable. I know we were close, but I have a girlfriend now," he says, annoyed. " Maybe she liked you," chuckles Khai, and I turn to her with a sharp look while Killian gives him a disgusted face. He raises his hand. " I'm joking," " Don't joke like that. Layla is our little sister, ew," Killian fakes gags.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

"My name is Vivian Kael. I'm Kael Vance's sister." --- The silence that followed was absolute. Riley felt the blood drain from her face, her hands clenching at her sides. Behind her, she heard Bella's sharp intake of breath, Elena's whispered curse. Kael's sister. The man who had killed Tata Pedro—indirectly, yes, but his greed, his violence, his refusal to stop—had a sister. And she was standing in the heart of Pedro's Grove, looking around at the community center like she was appraising a piece of real estate.

She fell on her knees,head bowed, begging, " I am your sister, remember? Good times." Sister? "Shut up." Her jaw ticked. Jasmine let out a dry chuckle. "Sister, you killed my mom at the age of twelve. You psycho! Are you even human?" Jasmine kicked her. Going in for another hit, Jasmine was pulled by two strong arms. Her face rested on his chest. ''Are you okay?" Jasmine nodded negatively. Her heart was in immense pain. She hugged him tightly and said, "She killed my mom, Keith. My mom!"

Luke’s lips pulled back in a thin, mocking shape. “You punch like a bitch. Just like your useless mate.” He insults me, then calls Adrian into our fight again. “I can say the same for you. You wanna know what I did to your fucking sister?” I tease him. He should have tested me. “There’s nothing you can do to Justin.” “Is that so?” He asks. I lean into him, and whisper in his ear, “I killed her. I killed Justin.” His eyes open wide, he shoves my hands off his neck, earlier hard.

“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.