My Dearest Sister Mga Nobela at Kwento

“If you had any backbone, you wouldn’t come back after leaving! “Now you’re still dreaming of returning to the pack and competing with Rose for her position. You’re truly shameless!” Leon’s words instantly caused everyone to look at me differently. “I thought Claire came back to care for her sister. I didn’t expect her to come back to steal her sister’s happiness. “Good thing Alpha Leon loves Rose.” The surrounding discussion made Rose’s eyes redden. She generously stood in front of me again. “Please don’t say that about Claire. After all, she’s my sister.”

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

He dropped to his knees beside my bed. "Grace, come home with me, okay? We have the same blood type. I'll give you my entire liver if I have to. You're my real sister. I won't let you die. From now on, I won't care about anyone else. I'll only stay by your side, okay?" Something inside me snapped. I shoved him away and started screaming like a madwoman. "I'm already dying! What's the point of playing the good brother now? Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"

“You are dating Hélène d’aureville? As in, my best friend?” “By ‘best friend’ you mean the girl who has been in love with you the whole time and you pretended not to notice that?” said Clarabelle, who had just arrived from behind them. “Yeah, Brother Dearest, that Hélène.” “Clara!” Declan exclaimed in pure joy as he moved closer to her and threw his arms around his sister. “I miss you the most!”

The moment the door clicked shut behind them her mother turned, eyes bright and far too knowing. “He looks at you the same way he did when you were nineteen and thought no one noticed.” Anna opened the wardrobe like the clothes inside needed rearranging. “He’s my cousin, Mum.” “Distant.” Her mother sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing the duvet. “And you’re not fooling anyone with that tone.”

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

“You said she, direct quote, ‘knew every passenger with an upside-down pineapple on their cabin door’ after that cruise.” “Yeah, and not because she liked fruit.” “Oh, I think there was probably some eating of—” “Don’t.” Scott held up a warning index finger. “What I’m saying is, you just got out of an engagement. I know what you’re like on the rebound. And she will decimate your heart. She’s brutal.” “I like that kind of confidence,” I needled him. “It’s sexy.” “I know you’re fucking with me,” he prefaced his statement, “but I’m serious. She’s my sister. I love her, and I would bust anyone’s face in a heartbeat if they hurt her. But it’s more likely you would get hurt.”

This Sienna girl is too cheery for my liking. "I know Liam sister right?" She asks curiously. I could understand her underlying question. She's trying to say I am Liam sister and that I should back off. Everyone in the town knows Liam and I are not blood-related and she has the guts to say the word 'sister' which I hate the most. "Uhm yes, I am Liam sister, so I am sorry to say this but you're not the candidate for my brother's wife so if you'll excuse me," I said pushing them apart and walk ahead fuming. The nerve of her.

She says sheepishly. "To be sure, sweetie. Regrettably, I must inform you that I am not precisely a nobody to Mrs Diamandis. I am her older sister, and I have not travelled nearly as far as I have in order to be turned down." As I glare at her, I straighten my posture. "You said 'friend' not 'sister.'" She scowls at me. "Friend, sister... Do we really need to put a name on it?" I mutter.

Celea " Well it's more like I get bored easily it's a long way to the fairy territory I need gossip to survive you know" Deon " Well this play goes both ways mister 'I need gossip to survive' " Celea " I attacked his palace" Celea " WHAT?" Deon " yeah the side you saw in construction was my doing" Celea " wow my new sister is so cool" Deon " Sister? how am I your sister?" Celea " Well you are my brothers mate wich ofcourse makes you my sister" Deon