Natalya Neidhart Sister Novels & Stories

She looked very cute as a child. “A sister! I have a sister!” Andrei's voice drew us back. His face lit up brighter than the sparks as he ran straight to us. His little arms wrapped around Mishka first, then tugged at her dress. “Mummy, please… name her Natalia,” he begged, his voice trembling with excitement, his forest green eyes shining with hope.

It would be a bit harder to earn her forgiveness, but incredible friends were worth the hurdles. "So, who's this?" Nicki asked, her interested gaze turning towards Adelina. There was something ethereal about Fae children, like human artists paintings of cherubs given life. "I'm Adelina, Atlas is my half-brother." Adelina stated proudly, though her voice lacked its usual warmth and joy. "My older sister, Alette, is upstairs sleeping." "I'm Nicki, and this is Tyra. We're Raelynn's closest friends." Nicki beamed down at her, earning a small smile in return.

That sounds more like a threat. He placed his hands on the small of my back and walked to the table where our families were and also where Helena was enjoying her milk with Adam. “You look gorgeous honey.” I thanked my mom and took a seat beside Adam. “Mom when is Natalie getting here?” Nathan asked his mother who had kept scowling at me the entire time. Natalie is Nathan’s younger sister and from my research she is a fashion designer in Paris I think? I saw Adam look up from Helena and he looked troubled.

As I absorbed the surroundings, a young woman emerged in the hallway. Given her strong resemblance to Clyde, she had to be his sister. As I turned my face towards her, she observed me curiously, a question burning in her eyes that I couldn't quite identify. When she finally stood before me, it seemed like she considered embracing me but ultimately opted for a handshake. "Hi, I'm Natali," she greeted with a gentle smile that didn't fully illuminate her almond-shaped eyes. "Clyde is my big brother and he's shared so much about you with me. One thing's for sure, he was certainly truthful about your beauty."

"She was my mother's sister." Author's Note: The fourth moonhunter being Nadia's sister recontextualizes everything from the second arc's beginning. Lena Chen knew the right person would come because the right person was always going to be her niece. The frequency isn't just a supernatural connection. It's family. That's the turn.

Nelly hissed with an edge of sarcasm, pouring herself a drink. "I'm the black sheep in my family, but I'm not the reckless one. That title goes to my little sister, Neon. But I'm pretty sure my calm and organized older sister would kill you in a split-second if she heard Freya is in trouble and you're stalling." Nebra replied impatiently, momentarily letting her guard down.

Zofi said. “C’mon, Zofi. Don’t we do that all the time?” Natalies said. She’s a little tipsy now. Nadia suddenly turned a little serious. “Well, to be honest, and if I may share, I had to leave my sister because I felt she’s taking away John from me,” she disclosed. Zofi and Natalie looked at each other. “They were…,” Natalie began to say. “Oh, no! No. Not what you thought. I’m sorry, I gave the wrong idea,” Nadia said quickly after realizing what they were thinking.

She was holding her mother close as the latter had been too shocked to make the merest response. Nathalie Bigfoot was the bold and beautiful sister of Edward Bigfoot, not to forget mercenary. She had been interested in Aidan before he had started dating Kate. But Aidan had only been using her to find out about Kate’s real feelings for him. And it had worked to the perfection.

I just didn’t understand it. I was aware of his sister Natasha, a young woman the same age as Neil, who naturally got along well with Florence. But I knew of no other siblings, and the Ryder and Valdez families had been long-time friends and business associates. In Neil, I had met the only heir of the Ryders. Or so I had thought. So who is this “brother?” An abrupt jerk interrupted my thoughts. “What happened?” I asked Smith, my brow furrowing in confusion. “Not sure, miss. Let me check.”

Their eyes surveyed the scene, filled with a mix of melancholy and determination, as if their presence alone could heal the wounds inflicted by the loss of Alpha Derrick. Nabita, my enigmatic and aloof sister, stood at the periphery of the hall, observing the proceedings with a detached curiosity. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating, held a glimmer of genuine enjoyment. She seemed to find solace in the distractions the evening provided, her emotions hidden beneath a carefully crafted facade.