Nami Sister Novels & Stories

He didn't expect this. "I'm sorry, Nami. Luckily we didn't se—" Lewis stopped his words. "Nami... I love you. That's why my heart aches whenever I see you. You're my sister." Lewis said while looking at her. "Lewis...no... I can't accept it." Nami cried. She can't accept this. She was actually an Orphan but doesn't know who she was. But now, she knows. She got a brother... And that's her lover.

"Public. Specific. No ambiguity whatsoever." He looked at the ceiling briefly. "What did she say." "She called me her sister," Irina said quietly. He looked at her. At her face. At whatever was on it. "Good," he said. Simply. Like it was the only appropriate response to that information. She held his hand. He held hers back. The hospital room did its hospital room thing around them and outside Atlanta went about its Wednesday and somewhere across the city Sasha McKinney was presumably still being available to anyone who wanted to take her up on it and finding, as she'd predicted, that nobody was.

Meanwhile …. At the park …. “Woah, I didn’t think we had this kind of relationship!” Nimi said jokingly to Annabeth trying to ease the awkward silence. He was a little surprised when he received her message earlier but she seemed desperate for company so he decided to come. “I visited my sister today,” she whispered her eyes not leaving her toe, the weariness her tone buttressing the fact that there was obviously a whole lot going on in her relationship with her sister. With a deep breath, Nimi slowly placed his hands on hers which rested on the chair.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

She was stunningly beautiful, with a sleek bob of brown hair that framed her face and deep, expressive eyes. There was also something about her presence that reminded me of Beta Owen to mind. Perhaps, they were siblings? “Are you Rosentine?” she asked, her voice warm and inviting. Though her steady gaze made me feel a bit uneasy, I managed to nod in response. “I’m Via, Owen’s younger sister. That jerk handed off his duty to me, so I’ll be the one taking you to the pack’s doctor instead.” I nodded again, a bit clumsily, awkwardly pushing the chair back and getting to my feet. For a second, she just stared at me, her gaze steady and searching, as if she was trying to memorize my face.

3) Thumping Hearts ❤️ "Nilay! Where is your sister?", Aashmaan asked and Nilay gulped down nervously. Nilay was five years old and NISHMA was seven and a half years old. His sister was DEVIL but his mother didn't know about her actions. His father and he always hide important things related to NISHMA from the Angel of their home. NISHMA was a stubborn child but loved her brother so much that she could do anything for him.

I was meeting my younger sister Niamh for a drink after work at one of London’s swanky hotels. Now, you might think there is nothing unusual about two sisters catching up over a cocktail but it’s nothing short of a miracle I still have a sister. It’s also a miracle Niamh could not only book the venue but get there without her support worker. And it’s an even bigger miracle I arrived at the hotel more or less on time.

He asked out more to himself than to the person standing in front of him. " Who is that?" Nira asked walking into the living room and she also stopped short on seeing the people by the door. " Your sister is pregnant, will you keep her standing all day?" Nahil asked in an authoritative voice and Smith didn't know why he shifted from the road, the aura around him was far more than he thought. He looked so dangerous but whenever he was looking at Noami, his gaze softened. " Smith" she called slowly and pounced into her brother's embrace, he was younger than her but was taller so his tall frame was towering over her as he covered her in an embrace.

He could see by the steely look of determination on his sister's face that she wasn't just ready but that nothihg was stopping her now. With a dark smile Naomi replied. "Let's go make the Salem Witch hunts look like a teddy bears picnic"

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?”