Sister Friede Weakness Novels & Stories

Freya marched forward, ignoring the buff men that could snap her in half and snatched the cover from Bridget's head, revealing her sister's panicked state. “What are you…..” “You're ali…” Two of them went at the same time, each sister eager to confirm that their eyes was not decieving them. Freya turned to a beaming Christian and felt the kind of disgust she had never felt for anybody before while looking at the mentally unstable man. “What is my sister doing here?”, She questioned, her voice very calm. “Thought you could use some…… familial company”, Christian replied, the big grin still on his face. “Are human lives a big joke to you?”, She asked again.

He gulped water from the tap and leaned on the kitchen counter staring into rigid air. Krystal was sitting at the table eating fried plantain with both of his hands. "Dad?" I said calling him for the fourth time. "Is Luc okay?" His eyes shifted, watching the space next to me. I walked to him and touched his arm. "Dad? Dad?" He grunted. I was glad. I thought he was losing his mind. I thought Luc was dead. "Your sister is fine . . ." His voice trailed off, his words dragged like he was making sure to pronounce the words correctly. Then he looked at me. "She's alive."

" Brother Felix!" Freya's brother is her Mr. right? How did they meet? " You lost weight again. Didn't you?" The first thing he says is about my health again. That sucks. He never changes. And as a response, I roll my eyes " You know her?" Serena frowns, her confusion is distinct in her eyes. " She is my sister's bestie. Like my younger sister." " Oh No! Did I hurt my sister-in-law?" She covers her mouth as if she has done something terrible.

Irene was quiet for a beat, then: And if you can’t? Freya’s stomach knotted. She crossed to the small dresser, pulling open drawers more for the motion than the need to find something. “You’re worrying too much.” You’re not worrying enough. The edge in Irene’s voice softened, but it didn’t lose its weight. I can feel it, Freya. The way your energy is thinning. You wake up slower. Your healing is sluggish. Even your heartbeat feels… tired. This world isn’t ours. Freya shut the drawer with a dull thud. “I know.”

Somehow, she was in Leone’s grasp, her back against his front, one of his heavy hands on her hip, the other curled around her upper arm. “Why do you care?” Leone’s tone was dangerous. Freddie lifted his gaze to a point past her shoulder. His eyes so cold and deadly made Norah tense. She held her breath. “She’s my sister,” Freddie said through lips that barely moved. “Maybe we’re not related by blood, but we’re family. Got that? She’s not alone in the world. So, whatever the hell you think you’re doing with her, it ends now.” ‘Sister?’ Norah was flabbergasted by Freddie’s reaction.

Not exactly, but for me, it was like that! "Could you calm down? You're troubling yourself to such petty matters. They're all men, you don't need to meddle with their kingdom talks!" Friya scolded me rather. "Are you still on my side, Friya? This four-legged sister of mine was obviously vouching for them instead of taking my side. What happened to her?

For the two brothers, their little sister was fragile and needed protection but in reality, their little sister was more worried about them, scraping their knees and breaking their bones. Zefrid has not manifested yet but Liam and Davi were not worried at all as it's normal to have delayed manifestation. They were more concerned about their little girl's different attitude than the two brothers. They wanted her to enjoy but instead, during free time, she would prefer to open a book and read than to run around in the mud.

Freya. My sister. “How do you explain this?” Amara taunted. My knees buckled. Freya was dead - how come? How did Amara get this photo of her? Again, how on earth is my mute sister still alive? “Too shocked to lie? Cat got your tongue? Because there's even a video - in case you want to use photo editing as an excuse.” Amara's cold voice snapped me out of my haze and I turned immediately to Darius who still hadn't said a single word.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

But even then… I could still feel it. His gaze. Heavy. Persistent. Like it refused to let me go. “Are you okay?” I flinched slightly at the voice. My sister. Of course. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment, her eyes soft but searching. “You’ve been distant,” she said gently. “I’m just tired.” That excuse again. It was becoming too easy. She didn’t look convinced. But she didn’t push. Instead, her hand brushed lightly against mine.