Marie Squid Sisters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The woman dissolved into hiccupping sobs and Vadim finally managed to maneuver her out. “Demi-kulak?” Svetlana asked, breathless. She had read about this particular variety of the fists—their faces more or less human but a tightly packed egg-sack filled with the larvae of their voracious young protruding from under the breastbone. Andrei shrugged and turned away. “Maybe,” he said in a toneless voice. “The baby was dead, though.”

Vega continued. "So that's who I met at Symar; now I'm pretty sure it was a member of the Tartarus Klisi clan," Amaria mumbled. "We made that theory once, but since it's never been proven that they existed, we decided to set it aside," Teresa continued, her voice barely audible and her skin turning pale. She rested her head on Amaria's shoulders because she was feeling a little dizzy. Amaria looked at her and asked, "What's the matter? Are you feeling ill?"

Amber threw herself against the bars repeatedly, her hair matted and her clothes covered in grime. "How can you do this to your own family, Evelyn? Let me out! I'm your sister! You can't just abandon me here!"

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

He lifted a very familiar-looking laptop, and my guts started to hurt. "But doesn't the TV play YouTube videos? It's a smart TV after all, why do you need a computer." Jason asked. "Yes, but she made a recording of the video to eliminate chances of interruption and to make it longer, put it on the computer, and then ran it back through the TV." "Wait, is that Marie Curie on that laptop skin? Which of the wives is into scientific research?"

Marin said, shaking her head. “What exactly do you want?” Lorraine asked again. “We want everything about you, including your life!” After Marin finished her sentence, the four sisters acted at the same time. In just an instant, they surrounded Lorraine, cutting off her escape route. Although they were very weak, they had combat experience. Especially the eldest sister Marin and the second sister Ursa. The two were once peak True Saints who were only one step away from being Sacred Saints. Such powerhouses would also be peak Pre-Saints even if they dropped one level.

She screamed in pain and slowly transformed into a dark-shelled insectoid monster as she melted into a pool of black oil. "Well, that's not a way to treat a long-lost sister,” I said with shock on my face. “Did you forget everything I told you already?” Marie said, turning to me. “What do you mean?” I asked, sounding a little confused. “Number one, we are invisible; our voices, auras, and scents are gone, and nothing can see us. How did she know we were coming?” Marie said. “Ohh, and number two?” I asked.

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and thei

Her hair flowed beautifully, and her green eyes looked at me with a smile as she approached the sink. I know her, and she must know me. We often meet at parties like this. Amanda Dimitriou, or maybe her twin: Rafaella Dimitriou. The sister of Maven Dimitriou, the best friend of my sister's fiancé. They were both at the same college as me. "Hi, Gretta." she greeted kindly.

Several cursed under their breath as they suddenly became aware of themselves and their surroundings. The words that reached the sisters' ears weren't the sort anyone should have brought into this house. Amara grabbed the nearest solid object and slammed it down onto the table. The sharp crack drew every eye in the room toward her. "Quiet!" The villa fell still. A long moment passed before Jason laughed and turned to the crowd. "Let me introduce them. Amara, Clara, Giana, and Hilda. My former sisters." He drifted toward them, still swaying slightly, and rested a hand on Amara's shoulder. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"