Sister I Am The Queen In This Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

So fitting for my unique little girl. As we hit the waiting room, I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised, but all the same, I came out and gasped as I saw everyone in the waiting room waiting for me, our little princess. “Zoey? Remember how I said you would get to meet a real queen?” I said, looking at my sister and watching her roll her eyes at me. “Yeahhh?” She said. “Well, I would like to introduce you to your Aunt Gabriella, my sister. She is the queen of all the supernaturals. Isn’t that cool?” I asked her, leading her to my sister with Sam standing right behind her.

Sonia demand, walking towards them. "Isn't it obvious" "Don't be cocky with me, Keith! Isn't she Amelia sister?" "She is and her name is Queen" "I can't believe this! Not only did my brother fall for her sister, my own son is also going down the same path!" Sonia snap. "Mom..." "Do not mom me, okay! And you, my son is not someone in your league. You two don't suit each other. The girl who is deem fit to stand next to him isn't a poor gold digger like you"

Everyone's cheers became louder as Lucien introduced me as their Queen. Everyone was chanting Long live the Queen as they applauded. "Tonight, you will become fully mine," Lucien whispered in my ear, causing my cheeks to redden. Claire was the first one to me, hugging me tightly. "I can't believe my Little Sister is the Queen. Can you believe that you are the boss of me now," Claire said, causing me to laugh. "You will always be my big sister," I replied as I hugged her back. After that, everyone else hugged and congratulated me on becoming Queen.

My mom was a computer genius with a PhD who works in Silicon Valley. Shortly after I was born, she created an AI robot sister modeled after me. Mom said my AI robot sister was equipped with the world's most accurate child behavior evaluation system. The moment I made a mistake, it would detect it. From then on, my AI robot sister became the judge of my life. Whenever she issued a warning, even when I had done nothing wrong, all I received was punishment. I tried to defend myself before. But Mom said the robot she built with her own hands could never make a mistake, and she became even more convinced that I was an inferior child. On my birthday, Mom took my sister and me to participate in an

“Hurry… hurry up and come in… sniff…” Ethan propped himself up on his arms, his features as beautiful as a painting, his gaze tender and affectionate—a stark contrast to the ferocity below, where he was sweetly tormenting and teasing her flower. He seemed to be restraining his urge to thrust inside, his sexy Adam’s apple contracting repeatedly. “Sarah… call me ‘Brother.’ Call me ‘Brother’ and I’ll go inside…”

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

Sean was still grinning. Lucia felt the situation tense; she approached her husband and wanted to invite him in until the Queen's voice startled them. "I have heard, Sis," he said until the three turned to the teenage girl. Queen rubbed her tears roughly, "Thank you for explaining who I am! Sob sob!" Queen ran away from the three. "Queens!" Sean called, but his sister didn't heed him. Queen enters the house. He was already suspicious of the difference between them, but hearing his second brother's words just now left a pain in his heart.

"ADAM!" I called my brother's name and he looked to my direction with his eyes widened. "S-sis? Sister-!" He was about to ran to where I am when the Queen stopped him by holding his garment. The Queen glared at me. "Let him go! Please!" I begged her. "So you're his sister? Pathetic." The Queen smirked and shifted her gaze on the soldiers. "Kill her!!!"

She rolls her eyes, placing her hands on her waist as she narrows her eyes at me. “I knew that girl was cruel but do you have any proof?” “No. Sadly, I have no proof.why can’t I have a phone like a normal person.” “Because you aren’t a normal person,” She points out, “You do know that you are the queen, in a way.” “Grace is the quee-” “You both are queens. Just as you both have the same mark, for the same person. That is my idiotic brother.” I blink at her, “We are talking about something important. Possibly an attack on the king- even though we are not in speaking terms right now. I have to save his ass.”

Just then, the front door of our house opened. Sam rushed to greet her. Sophia walked in wearing designer clothes that cost more than my parents' annual salary. "I've been waiting so long! Come in, come in!" Sam helped her with her enormous Louis Vuitton travel bag. "I've missed you so much! If only you hadn't left our territory—you're my real sister and should have been living with us all along!" Mother grabbed her perfectly manicured hand. "Exactly! I've been looking for you forever. You're my biological daughter. In my heart, no one compares to you!"