Killuas Sister の小説・ストーリー

She yelled. "And I say it's not." Alpha Killan snapped at her. "And for your information, she is not a lowly beta but my sister, so I won't hear a word against her," he warned. "Why are you taking this personal anyway? You are acting as if they are your people." He sighed while combing his hair with his fingers.

HER SISTER'S BOSS MR CEO EPISODE 01 Kelly's POV Never knew I was more hippy than my sister, Nelly until this morning when I put on her office skirt. My heart was actually beating loud at what we are about to do. It's a lot of risky. Nelly is going to be secretly having a baby and I've decided to step in and impersonate her. Crazy, right? But I was gonna do anything for Nelly, so far it made her happy. Suddenly I remember something.

"You are a trap." Killix’s voice rang in my ears as I seemed to understand what he was trying to mean. My eyes slowly widened as I still kept my gazes on them. Killix’s sister, Ciara, suddenly raised her eyebrows yet the sweats forming on her bare forehead said otherwise on what she was trying to act. “What is your real agenda, Ciara?” Killix growled as he held the latter's shoulder that made her flinched. He then quickly distanced his self away from his sister then massaged his temples. “Do you ever came here just to fool me?”

"She's dead." "You don't look too happy about that?" My head whips around in her direction. "Who the fuck are you? I mean who the fuck celebrates when their only sister dies?" She's clearly taken aback. Perhaps that's not how she meant it but my emotions are getting the best of me. I've never killed someone before....my sister was the first. Liam and I decided to do away with her so as to prevent her from coming back for revenge or some other silly excuse.

When Andrea first appeared in his life with her mother, Amelia, Killian hated her. Growing up, he was a small child who got picked on by bigger kids in the neighbourhood. His dislike for his step sister was instant but it took a serious turn when she started bullying him as well. She would push him, laugh at him and make fun of him.

I know she only knows Aiden Blacksmith; she doesn't know anyone else named Aiden apart from him. I walk to the fridge, open it and bring out a chilled drink. I pick a glass cup and head out of the kitchen. I peer to look at my sister and her friend, and they meet my gaze before turning back. I know I'm right. I heard correctly. Something I wasn't meant to hear.

Like any doting brother, whether they were related by blood or not, he will always brag about his sister, Mikel. Mikel where did she hear that name before? Betty Ann thought to herself. It took a few minutes to connect the dots and she didn't like it one bit. That was the girl clinging onto her Killian. Learning that this man was her brother completely turned her off. How can this woman simply claim Killian just as he came back home? A wave of desperation took over her. She thought she had time to put things in her favor when she saw him coincidentally at the drugstore.

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

Apparently, to Poppy, this professional appearance meant I had no femininity whatsoever. I smiled and did not respond. Ralph spoke up instead. "Poppy, how could you talk to your sister like that?" Poppy kicked him. "Whose side are you on? Don't tell me you're into my sister now." Ralph's face turned bright red instantly. "No! She's your sister. How could you even think that about me?" While the two of them argued, James and his trust fund friends were already walking toward us. "Wow, she's gorgeous!"

A woman was being resuscitated inside a patient's ward. My older sister, Yvonne Jones, was crying hysterically as she begged the doctor to save the woman. I was the only one who was aware that Yvonne was the real murderer. Yvonne was kneeling on the ground as she begged the doctor who was trying to save the woman, "I'm begging both of you to save her. Winona is my best friend!" Everyone inside the ward was touched by their friendship and tried to comfort her.