Sister Feet Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

He'll be back later, I'm sure. When my sister came in, I started chopping some things. She sat not far from me, attempting to reach the bottle of sugar for her coffee. But she dropped it by accident, and it broke near my feet. A shard of the shattered jar sliced the skin off my feet. I instantly knelt and checked it. My sister was just standing there staring at me. Instead of assisting me, she smirks and smiles at me. "You should have passed it to me instead of watching it earlier, look what happened!"

my twin sister asked. "I'm getting better, sister. Just some pain in my feet." My twin sister looks exactly like me. We have the same resemblance and beauty. Not to mention our height and skin color. My sister is slightly taller than me, and her eyes are a bit bigger, but they are beautiful. Unless you look closely or know us well enough, you wouldn't be able to differentiate between us. There was a time when my twin sister fought with Mariya, one of our high school mates, and I ended up receiving a beating from Mariya. She mistook me for Givia and teamed up with other students to beat me.

It's not fatal so it's not an emergency. I merely groaned while tossing my phone onto the bed. I made the decision to go to bed when my foot started to hurt once more in order to avoid feeling it. THE surroundings are dark. All I hear was a cry from a child. A scene I see over and over again. "Sister...” my youngest sister called. "Quenevere," I said as I looked around the dark place. "Sister, help me," she begged in fear in the middle of her sobs.

I asked for my sister, right? A lady's hand from outside holds on to his hand, and I look down to the heels, clicking the floor. Red heels, an elegant short dress that covers barely nothing of the classy lady's body, and the boobs are almost fully exposed. What is this? I asked him to bring my sister, not this thing he is calling a baby. What? He is trying to make me jealous. Oh, please! That sucks! Not even if he were the only man on earth.

As soon as my feet hit the ground, I heard footsteps, fast ones, running through the snow. I turned, my breath catching in my throat. There she was, coming right at me, arms out. Lara. My sister, looking older but real. Her hair was shorter, her face flushed from the cold and her eyes were wide with something like worry or relief. I froze for a second, not sure if it was her or a trick, but then she was there, pulling me into a hug tight enough to squeeze the air out.

I asked hesitantly, “can you tell me how your sister disappeared?” “Of course,” he said, nodding. We sat together by the flower bed, and he began to recount the events of that fateful night. “It was her fifth birthday,” he said. “It was raining heavily that evening. My sister was so worried about the flowers in the garden that she ran downstairs to check on them... and she never came back.” A chill ran through me as he spoke. The vivid imagery he painted of that rainy night sent shivers down my spine. By the time he finished, I reached up and realized my cheeks were wet. I had been crying without even noticing.

Her legs were bare and she had on a pair of sandals that consisted of a sole and a couple of thin straps. It was early in the evening so we were the first patrons for dinner. The waiter was showing us to our table, Colleen following the waiter and me following behind, watching Colleen, when I had a heart stopping epiphany. My sister has a fantastic ass.

It was a silly mistake, one I had no idea that I was committing. Quickly, I scrambled to answer him. "Master," I started, lowering my voice so that it would drip with remorse but not low enough for him to strain to catch my words. "Yes, I have met your sister. I have met Diana." My head had drooped so low at this point that my jaw was touching my neck and I was staring at my beautiful brown boots that had belonged to Diana, the Alpha's sister before.

Besides, how could my feelings not be genuine when I had the memories of my past life and knew just how good he was to me? A faint tinge of pink dusted Xander's cheeks at my words. I couldn't help but giggle, finding his innocence rather adorable. Right as I was about to speak up, I heard Mom's voice raging, "Where the hell did that damn Yelena go? Her sister finally wakes up and wants to talk to her alone, yet she's nowhere to be found! "If I had known all this would happen, I would've just tossed her in the trash when I gave birth to her back then!"

And it had never once, not in twenty-eight years, looked that peaceful while it lied to me. "Aiden," I said. "Step back from her." He didn't move. None of us did, not when the wind shifted and brought the smell up from the treeline, smoke and something colder underneath it, something that did not belong to any fire we had lit. Then I heard it. Footsteps on the ridge in front of us, unhurried, almost gentle, the way you walk when you already know you've won. I turned my focus on the small figure in the middle, and there she was, my actual sister, alive, bound at the wrists, being walked down the slope like a leashed animal beside a man I had only heard about.