Master Roshi Sister Novels & Stories

Perhaps, I have finally reached the top, found the one barking the orders. “The girl is to be your mate.” “That feeble thing?” “You’ll make her strong, or I will…like her sister here. Proves it can be done.” Alpha Miso stares down at me. I’m finding it increasingly difficult to bite my tongue, to not leap over the desk and claw his eyes out. “My sister is not to be anybody’s mate.” I seethe out through clenched teeth. “Things change.” He shrugs out, as if my sister were a chess piece.

“Sister.” “My sister, I don’t think she really likes to be called that,” I confessed. “At least, not where I am concerned. “Hm, normally I’d ask what makes you think that,” said Master Toran. “But?” finally, I looked up at him with amusement in my expression. We both knew why he didn’t have to ask. “But I know, Harly.” He said. We both laughed at this bit of dark humor. “I’m sure it hurts to know that she feels that way.”

Under the cold gaze of her master, Little Alice nodded gently. She was very curious about the reason why her master had been so irritable. Almost the whole world was looking for her senior sister, but her master never said why. However, in Little Alice's opinion, even if her senior sister made a huge mistake, her master would not hurt her. "Senior Sister took me to the depths of the mountain once and said that it would be the way for her and Master to retreat. I think she should go there. Of course, this is just my guess."

No more worrying about who might be the killer. But all I felt was cold. --- At noon, I finally stood up. My legs were stiff, my back aching from sitting on the hard floor. I walked to the window and looked out at the campus. Students crossed the quad in groups, laughing, talking, holding hands. The lake glittered in the distance, blue and calm and innocent. The lake where my sister died. The lake where someone held her under until she stopped fighting. I pressed my palm to the glass. "I'm sorry, Alice," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't do this alone."

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance. The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with one of the sterling silver knives beside our plates. “Well,” Iris said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I think it’s wonderful how you’re all supporting each other through this process. It can’t be easy.” If she only knew. There was nothing wonderful about it. Just desperation, manipulation, and my own pathetic inability to say no to my sister. “Yes,” Margo agreed, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Grace has always been so accommodating. Haven’t you, dear?”

I made sure Karashi saw it. “This,” I said, in a calm and lethal voice, “is what you just walked in on. Now tell me, slut,” I tilted my head, my eyes locked on the fool who was still frozen and shaking with terror and confusion, “—are you still standing there because you’re brave, or because you’re too fucking stupid to know you’re going to die for this?” Karashi’s lips shook. “I… Oh, God. Saint… she’s your…” her voice cracked into a sob, “…your sister. How… how could you…”

Master sat at the head of the table, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “Master, Girlie is here,” Sister Cooker announced softly. His gaze snapped to me. “All of you—out. Girlie stays.” My knees nearly buckled at his words. I looked desperately at Sister, who only gave me a small pat on the back, her eyes telling me to be strong. Soon, the room emptied, leaving only the two of us. “Come here,” he ordered. I hesitated but obeyed, slowly walking toward him. “Sit down.”

Enzo asked peering into her mother's eyes, "Of course I do, she's my daughter and I know everything about her including you and Mateo," Enzo shook his head, "Mateo said that you don't know." Vittoria held his hands, "Of course I know, everything. Hm, now let's go and make something for your sister, we need to celebrate your sister's day today," "The day is over. It's night already, isn't it?" Enzo replied sharply while Vittoria let out a nervous smile before lifting him up and holding him in her arms, "The day is not over on special days, don't forget that,"

Rohini raises her hand when she hears footsteps. "What's the issue here?" An unknown yet expected voice was heard. Rohini snapped her head up to meet the man who was standing upstairs dressed in a white shirt and blue denim. As much she remembered it should be Rishi Banshali, the most eligible bachelor and also an Asshole. Half of the men's population looked like an Asshole to her. She passed a scrutinizing look and walked two steps towards the first stair. "Rishi, Rohini this side. I am here for my sister Suhani." She knew she might not be recognized easily like her sister. Even though she is Sudhir's daughter, she preferred to stay in the dark.