Secrets Of Sisterhood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Who locked you up, Isabel? And why? Who were those girls?” “I - I don't know… I don't know how many there are but they were jealous because you spoke to me that time in the corridor. You do know how girls are obsessed with you, Derek. They'll keep hating me if they see me get close to you. They warned me never to speak to you again or even look you in the eye. How annoying! If only they know you're my mate, Derek. I wonder how they feel when they learn that we're going to be step-siblings. Everything is confusing and devastating…I just want to have peace,”

“She’s been… strange lately.” I forced a laugh. “No, not at all. Maybe she’s just stressed. You know how she gets.” It was a weak excuse, but she accepted it. Or maybe she wanted to believe it. The thought of her sister and her fiancé sharing a secret that could destroy her — no, she couldn’t even begin to imagine it. And yet, the more I tried to pretend, the more the truth gnawed at me.

[I've been reborn? Hahaha! This time, Kayla's stroke of fortune will be mine!] Gleeful cackles seemed to ring in my ears. I opened my eyes in a daze and found myself back at the familiar orphanage. Clarissa Smith, my sister who'd stabbed me to death in my previous life, was eyeing me with a sly grin. [This time around, you can spend your life in an academic hellhole, Kayla, while I enjoy having more money than I could ever spend without having to lift a finger.]

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

My name was Catherine Alden, and ever since I was young, I had that enviable, perfect hourglass figure everyone coveted. Back in school, countless boys had stared at my ample chest, taunting me and calling me "Sexy Cat". After marriage, I became the perfect young wife who turned every man's head on the street. However, my husband, Frederick Shaw, had turned out to be all show and no substance. In less than six months of marriage, he left me alone in an empty bed while jet-setting around the world for business.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

-Eve- I’d heard of dark family secrets, twisted affairs, things best left unspoken. But a hidden sibling? That was something I never imagined. A sister. Suddenly, my world felt a little bigger. And I felt curious. Clueless. I shook my thoughts away and focused on the bookstore. My mother’s old books were stacked neatly at the counter, and I handed them over. “Miss,” the clerk said, snapping me back, “We can only exchange these for store credit at this time.”

“Just don’t get too close to me. I’m super sensitive to smells lately.” Seeing my oldest sister sit down next to her husband, his arm slung over her while his other hand touched her pregnant belly, I felt jealousy bubble inside me. Here I was, carrying a secret that felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and no one in my family seemed to notice. I was just Kate, the sister who was incapable of doing her laundry or coming home when asked. Kate, the prankster. Kate, the screwup. Kate, the strange nerdy girl who wasn’t like anyone else in her family.

“Is there something I can help you with? Don’t you have work this morning?” My sister's gaze dropped to the floor, along with a heavy sigh. “Tammy… There are things that I need to discuss with you. Before you leave with Thomas to Canada.” My eyes widened with bewilderment. “But… How… How do you know about Thomas?” I felt myself shaking with rage as I let everything out. “Why?! Why does everyone insist on keeping secrets from me? Why is it that this magical number eighteen means that all these secrets come to light at once! Why is it that I am left in the dark on these things? I’m so tired of it. I’m tired of being in a fucking game with you fucking people!”