Novel & Cerita Light's Sister Death Note

"You should know better than to try a man who will never see you as the person that you are. You cannot compare to a dead girl." The words hit like physical blows. I wanted to argue, to defend myself, but what could I say? She was right. I was chasing ghosts, trying to be someone I wasn't for a man who would never truly see me. But I liked that he was nice to me. That was comforting. Miyori's expression shifted, becoming businesslike again. "Speaking of dead girls... I hear you say your sister did not die by suicide. That she was... murdered." My spine straightened. "It's true."

Dead. The remaining two spun, weapons raised. And at the bottom of the stairs, framed in the smoke, stood a woman I thought I’d never see again. Her eyes, the same shade as mine. Her stance, lethal and certain. “Calla,” I breathed. My sister smiled faintly, a knife dripping blood in her hand. “Miss me?” --- Just as Caelum and Saphira are about to be executed, Calla the sister Saphira thought was dead appears, slaughtering Lucien’s men and turning the balance of the fight.

She laughed exaggeratingly but her expression was extremely pitiful. As she smiled, tears fell from the corner of her eyes. She wiped them, reached out, and pinched my cheek hard, "However, everything will end today! From now on, he will never mistake me for you again!" "Do, do you want to kill me?" I saw her put her hand in her pocket intending to take something out. It was nothing big so I couldn't see clearly. I could only see through her fingers a tea colored little bottle like thing. "Kill you? That won't be good." Lita put on a pitiful expression again, "You are my sister. How can I kill my sister?"

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."

Another message. You killed the wrong sister.

“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.

I was lost in thought when a commotion coming from the entrance to the research institute interrupted my short-lived daydream. I looked out the window. To my surprise, it was Mom and Sheryl causing a scene. Sheryl was standing at the gate holding up a banner. It read, "Andrea Colson is heartless! She poisoned her own sister! She's a devil!" The bright red lettering was impossible to miss. Combined with the pitted scars left behind after the skin on Sheryl's body had peeled away, even though Sheryl had recovered from the illness, her appearance was visibly unsettling.

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

Her eyes were wide open, and with simmering anger boiling inside him, he gently closed it. He stood up and studied the environment she died in. His precious sister had been killed like a commoner, some even more degrading than that. "Who did this?" he asked, his anger er overpowering. "I don't know, my Lord." His female soldier replied, her face pale. He studied his sister one final time before using his power to light her up. They watched as she burnt, their silence shimmering through the air. Once they were done, they started back to the castle.

The young man fell to his knees after the knife’s blade dissected his throat. “I’m sorry, my darling, but your mommy is busy and your auntie can’t talk at the moment.” Amy heard Paul say to her niece before disconnecting the call and tossing her sister’s phone to the floor. She heard Lisa screaming at the hitman and then two more gunshots took her sister’s voice away. After the sudden change of events, Amy blacked out and woke up later to find her sister, her father, and Tony, dead. “You look just like Commander Chan. It’s incredible. I can see why she wants you alive.” Paul reached down to touch Amy’s face. He chuckled when Amy slapped his hand away. She gave him a murderous stare.