One Piece Nami Sister Novels & Stories

I opened the door and walked out and faced the reporters. “Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.”

I waited. "I have been thinking about what it means," she said, "to have had you here." She said it carefully, with the specific, unhurried attention she gave to things that required the full weight of the words rather than the quick, bright delivery she gave to most things. "Not for the pack or the territory or any of the external things. For me." She paused. "You came here and the pack had a silver wolf. Ethan had a mate. I had." She stopped. Looked at the window. "I had a sister," she said. "The kind you chose rather than the kind that arrives. And I want you to know that before tomorrow, while it is just us standing at this window, because tomorrow there will be the ceremony and the pack

Shooting me a jealous look, she said, "No, that's not it! Yelena is definitely not a good person. She must've tricked you somehow. I'm your online girlfriend, not her!" "Whether you are or not doesn't matter anymore. Either way, the person I like is your sister," Xander retorted, his gaze frosty. Tears slipped from Marissa's eyes, though they were born of sheer fury. She let out a crazed scream, but in the next second, Dad gave her a good, hard smack across the cheek.

Okay, catch yourself Mila, you must not make friends around here. "My name is Ameila, I'm Nara's sister, I'm guessing you know Nara, the beta......shes—" "Sure, of course I know Nara." That wench and I'm here talking to her sister, probably the same blood runs in them all but there was something different, something distinctive, something I couldn't quite grasp that was dissimilar between Nara and her sister. Amelia looks pure and decent but remember not to judge a book by its cover.

"Stronger than you look." I smirked. "You should know better than to judge by appearances." Before the cheers faded, another voice cut through. "Try me." Nami, long-legged and sharp-eyed, moved forward with twin daggers gleaming in her hands. She spun them easily, her stance low and confident. "One victory won't silence doubts," she said, a teasing edge in her voice. "Let's see if it was luck—or skill." The yard settled into silence, that same tension and anticipation thick in the air.

“You and your brother are both exactly the same. You react without thinking. If you’d both take a deep breath, you’d probably not end up yelling at each other.” Niamh’s lips curled in the first smile I’d seen from her. Even with her hair in a messy ponytail and wearing a sweatshirt and torn jeans, she was lovely. I could see why Liam worried about her: she’d have to fight boys off with a stick, besides the fact that she was so headstrong. Then her dark-eyed gaze swiveled toward me, doing that probing thing that Liam was way too good at. “You’re not like any of the other girls my brother’s dated, you know.”

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.

“Nara! This is not…” “She is, Henry! She is our sister! I don’t care if she is a half-sister! That doesn’t change anything!” Nara snapped at her brother, her face hard and serious as she stood in front of the other girl like a defensive shield, ready to take anything instead of what she just claimed to be their half-sister, whose other half was a Goddess, looking over his shoulder, he was met with teary pure eyes, ones that reminded him of a pair he once saw in a dark corridor, also weak and pure and vulnerable.

“I’m sorry, Niamh. Liam insisted. And we scheduled the trip so quickly that it pretty much escaped my mind to text you.” “Don’t get on Mari. This is all on me.” Liam rounded on his sister. In that moment, I had time to see how similar they looked. Both had dark hair and those blue eyes. But while Niamh was slight and of average height, her brother was tall and muscular. They both had the same stubborn look on their face, though, along with the same clenched jaw and jut of the chin. It was like they were mirrors of each other. “Are you all right?” Niamh went to me and threaded an arm through mine.

The purple-haired child in the lunar space is a memory from thousands of years of Sharmaine and Nanami Vincent, two sisters who are at odds over the same man. "Nanami, what are you talking about?" "Sharmaine, don't you remember your past life? I was the one who met him first. Why is it that he likes you. You deliberately impersonated me." Nanami Vincent remembered that past. Her beautiful face became distorted with jealousy, and she would never forget the moment that man left. "Nanami, you still hate me even though you have another man beside you. That year, you drove me crazy, you killed your sister."