Little Sister A Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

her eyes shone with psychotic glint “his little sister will pay for his deeds” ***** Please ignore Grammer's mistake, I will edit the book after completion.

I drove back to the house and saw dad's car, just how fast did he drive to get over here, I was really sure he broke a lot of traffic laws and would be receiving a ticket or ten. "Dad," I called out, hoping to meet the new sister, he came down the stairs with her in tow, a small girl, how young is my sister? She had long brown hair that's falling down to her ribs, along with the most mesmerizing eyes ever, they weren't one colour, instead, they were a mix, of blue, green, grey and just a hint of brown. Little sister had me captivated until she took another step downstairs and I could smell her, she didn't smell of a wolf, I knew what a wolf smelled of and she was not one of them, instead, sh

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

My door was pushed open, and there stood my step-sister in all her glory. “Hello, sister, it’s been quite a while. You no longer return my calls.” Lily whined, and I just smiled, tight-lipped at her. If you know Lily, you know the best thing to do is to just ignore her. My parents’ golden child, and she knew exactly how to get under your skin. Nothing I ever did was enough; I was always compared to Lily. She reveled in every bit of attention, and it always made me feel inferior. She destroyed my self-esteem before I even knew what it was called.

Most of them don't know where I came from or what my real role is, but they all look for me. But in my room, I'm a lover of contemporary novels. It all started with biographies, then adventure and mystery books, then somehow I stumbled across novels. I rest my head on the pillow and retrieve my cell phone from between the sheets. As soon as it lights up, Midnight's name appears. He wants me to go back to the Hill and deal with his new pet, Aaron Taylor. I say a huge no, because I'm not a bloody babysitter and I'm sure I don't need to live with someone called Aaron on a daily basis. Knowing he'll insist, I put it on silent mode and put my cell phone back on the bed, heading into the living ro

I actually got the book before getting her to attend Crescent party. I know that Crescent likes my sister a lot, he hides it so well, but Jack and I know. I wanted him to be a little happy, so i made Luna attend his birthday party. My introverted sister of course won't agree, so I made her an offer she won't reject. "My book Lyall" she said raising her voice a little. "I don't remember any book Lil sis". I couldn't take it any longer her deadly stare made me confess. "Ohhh! That book... Here it is" I handed the book over to her and her excitement immediately sky rocket.

Her now darling little sister, dressed cutely in the dress that Lila had worn when she had first met Jasper Red, was skipping down the stairs, happy as a butterfly. Her sister was infinitely more prettier than her with her round and chubby face, her generally smaller body and a face that seemed to be built for smiling. She flashed Lila with an easy smile that didn't reach her eyes that were somehow exaggeratedly narrowed as if the small child didn't realise that her sister could tell that she was planning something at least tangentially malicious. Lila climbed up the rest of the stairs in ease, bringing her mug up to her chest to let herself siphon away some of the remaining warmth, seeking

How can I stop myself? Brows furrowing, I lean my hip against the table and flipped the first page open. The writing is somewhat faded I have to squint to make out the words. My sister was born on a cold, cold night, when I pulled her from my mother’s womb, there was no color to her, I thought her strange for she had curls of white hair and moons for eyes. My eyes widen. Oh, my goddess, A silver one, this is a journal written by the sibling of a silver one.

She wraps her hands around me, and she cries silently. "What is this place?" I hear my sister ask. I pull away to check the place out. It looks like an old walk-in closet with a small mattress that doesn't look too soft. There is a chair and a desk with books, a small mirror on the other side, and a few clothes hanging. The place doesn't have much light but it's clean and smells like cranberry.