Romans & histoires Mingyu Sister

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

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.

I tell her eventually. She looks at me briefly before glancing away. “I really don’t know much. We were separated at five. My mother took her and left me with Dad. Mari was my mother’s favourite. She said I was more like my father. But then she came back when I was ten. Mari wasn’t with her. She took me away from my father. And since then, I’ve gone by Mari’s name. Nobody knows what happened to my sister.” “What’s your real name, then?”

Vivian called it unfortunate. Bianca Mercer had once called it tragic when she thought I could not hear her. One more family disappointment to add to the list. A sleek black car rolled up behind me. I moved aside, expecting it to pass. Instead, it slowed. The back window lowered, and Vivian Vale looked out. My older sister was only sixteen months older than me, but she had always seemed years ahead. She shifted first. Trained first. Sat beside Ezra Blackthorn first. She had learned how to smile like a Luna before I learned how to stop flinching when Father said my name.

"Is that the truth? My mind honestly thought your ears knew another female wolf who carried the exact matching name as mine." Slightly stunned by the sharp way my tongue throws the bait, Ayomide forces her frame to act cool and distant. "So what if my past trails did? Your ugly face is completely not her anyway." My lips raise at the corner, a dark smile touching my mask. At that exact midnight moment, my fingers feel a massive, roaring urge to yank the hyper-realistic mask straight off my pores so that Ayomide’s eyes can see clearly which sister is standing in the light.

Sophia. My sister. My twin. The other half of every memory I had ever made, every birthday, every family dinner, every Sunday morning with our mother's cooking filling up the house. Sophia, who had known every private thing about me since we were eight years old. Sophia, with her perfect posture and her soft laugh and her talent for making every room feel like it had been waiting for her to arrive.

' Tang Li suddenly missed her brother after hearing their conversation. "You will meet her when she will be ready for that. I will talk to you later," Mo Yuhan coldly said; frustrated by the third wheels. Before he could disconnect the call, he heard his sister ask, "Is sister-in-law with you? " Mo Yuhan glanced at the woman lying in his arms who nodded slightly. "Yes, we are together now," he said. "Wow...What great timing. Come on hand her the phone," Mo Zihan snatched the phone from his sister.

She smiles as she looks gently to them . " Hyee.... I am eleventh brother's wife , Chu Jia . I am twenty . This is seventh brother's wife sister Hu Lin and this is second brother 's wife sister Chu Qin . She's my older cousin. We are all from Fuzhou city . Our family business are in the city . Hu Lin is my sister sister Chu Qin ex classmates and we lives in the same neighborhood . So we have known each other for a long time ." She smiles as she introduced themselves to the other three . " So .... you all have been married .But you still looks like unmarried women ." Wang Rye softly said as she smiles brightly .

“Wouldn’t you say, Sister Song?” She was petite with long black hair, pale complexion, and ruby red lips, not much to look at from Blake’s point of view. Sister Song was more charming and better looking. “Only my friends are allowed to call me Sister. Liu Mingue.” Sister Song stated coldly at the girl before her. “I thought we were friends since we were kids. You were my best friend forever, remember, or has the deaths of your parents been too traumatic for you?” Mingue asked, feigning concern.