Novel & Cerita Sasuke Sister

The tension that Hisoka usually kept at bay dissipated as soon as he mentioned Black Shadow as if it was the right spell to crumble down the protective around him. “I am so happy for her.” “Her? You’re talking about Black Shadow, right? It would be–” “I am talking about my little sister.” He cut him off boldly. “What?” “My little sister…” He traced his index finger on the rim of the empty cup while looking blank. “Even though she will live in a cumbersome situation, that place will be her salvation.” “That–” Hisoka lifted his intense gaze, “as long as she has you by her side.” Frankly, he hated to hand over his one and only younger sister. Yes, it’s true. He had other sisters but Shadow was

“Ohh, chill man! Don’t you know? Blue had developed a liking towards my Keisuke. My dear Keisuke growing up to be an amazing man!” Yushiro out of nowhere grabbed Kenshi by the collar and he grunted. Kenshi didn’t budge and instead smiled playfully. “Your sister didn’t tell you, huh? But why would she? She doesn’t even know you are her brother. All she thinks of you is her captain.” “How do you know that she’s my sister?”

“I would, but that's impossible. And the answer to your question depends on what your definition of decent is. Knowing you, I'm sure it's minimal clothing.” “No, it's not.” “Relax. I'm fully clothed, so you can come in.” He came in. “I was asking because someone came to see you.” Next to him was a girl. She looked like the female version of him except shorter, with dark hair like Toshiro and her eyes were a darker shade of grey. “This is my sister, Sora.” She stared Twilight up and down for a while and her lips curled into a huge smile. She turned to Takumi.

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

“Beta of Moonsdale pack. We spoke briefly at your birthday party, though I don’t think you were paying much attention at the time.” Recognition hit me like a bolt of lightning. I remembered now — he was Akira’s brother. My stomach churned at the realization. No wonder I felt uneasy around him. He had the same blood running through his veins as my sworn nemesis. My expression soured instantly. “I remember now,” I said sharply. “Can you excuse me?” His smile widened, as if my irritation amused him. “My sister attends your school,” he continued, ignoring my clear desire to leave. “Her name’s Akira Park. Have you met her?”

Who even said you look like a female? You look like a man in feminine clothes. You're so ugly and disgusting. My chest tightens when his voice repeatedly rings in my ears. All skin and bones with no curves, just fake boobs that are larger than your tiny masculine body. Deranged bitch! I try to shove his voice away, the sound. But it's futile. I fucking want my bitchy little spoilt brat of a step sister. I've always wanted Katherine right from the moment my eyes caught glimpse of her at our parents shitty wedding thirteen days ago.

The woman said as she walked back to the room, her person, Kit had to assume was her sister, was in. Kit walked back down the hallway and turned into the room as she watched Mitsuhide standing off to the side of the room, watching everything that was being done to prep his sister. “What was that about?” Mitsuhide asked as he pulled her closer to him and held her tightly in his arms. “Family.” Kit said softly.

“M-Mother, who’s my sister?” “You already know her, Cassandra.” “She’s Ertha.” Cassandra’s jaw dropped, she swallowed hard and it seems like she’s going to pass out. Her knees are shaking, she feels cold with her heartbeats beating so fast. She covered her face using her palms and she cried so hard. “Ertha, the late Luna of Marcus is my sister?” Katniss looked at Seila then she nod. “Yes. That’s her.” Katniss reply.

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!

it was only when she said that did her supposed sister twirls the chair to face her again, giving me the relief of being stared at uncannily. “Yes?” I hear the strange lady say. “Meet Luis. He’s from the Dark Moon pack but will be working with me on something,” Alpha Soma tells her. At least she gave me a description that is better than being called a business partner. Besides, I don’t think there’s a way around that. “And Luis,” calling me brings my attention back to her, “meet my sister, Cassandra.” Guess my intuition about them being siblings wasn’t wrong after all. But the sister does the chair twirling again to stare at me. But this time, it was different. Why? Because she starts to ass