Sister I'm The Queen In This Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

We shared the closest bond life had to offer. "Cara, do you think mother would be proud of you for this?" I had to point out, sniffing at the demon my sister had become. "I don't care about what she thinks, especially not now." She rolled her eyes and creased her arms across her chest, ignoring the memories we had shared since life had begun. "You are letting all of this happen, over a man?" I shook my head pitifully at my sister. She seemed to have lost the person she was all because of someone who was probably resting in bed at the moment

Between her beauty and the power rolling off of her, it's frankly the last thing anyone would notice. Insecure, I glance at Roman to see where he's looking and find him walking toward me. I allow myself a moment of shame before I lean into his open arms and glance back up at who is, no doubt, my sister, the future queen of the Underworld. She's staring back at me with an emotion I can't quite figure out, but I hold her gaze; the power rolling off her doesn't bother me, but I can feel that she pulls it back. "Sister," she says; her voice is lower than mine, less delicate, but somehow still beautiful and, again, full of power, only confirming what I already know.

"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 walked toward the Triad like she was strolling through a garden party, not a warzone, her royal pheromones flooding the air so thick I could practically taste her arrogance. "Look at her," my sister cooed, her silver eyes scanning me with that pitying disgust I'd grown up memorizing. "She's dirty, broken, and leaking dark magic. I am the true Queen. Kneel to me, and I'll let you keep your heads." I waited for the panic. For the familiar cold dread that always followed her appearances. But something had shifted inside me, something ancient and hungry that didn't give a single fuck about my sister's bloodline.

I was honored to be a part of them. While they made small talks among themselves, I went a little farther from them, still in the same forest and rested my head on the truck of a tree. “Being a Queen is a privilege.” I started motivating myself. “Ignore the power plays and the snobs that come with the position under the fancy titles of sister in-laws and focus on doing what is the best for the citizens of the empire. Show them the Dar civility which Elison always wanted you to have.” I said, my voice getting a little choked at the name of my fallen brother.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

“Well, no more.” Her hands clenched at her sides. “She’s your sister. I left her. I abandoned her. You were supposed to make that right!” “No,” I said firmly. “You left her. Not me. Don’t put that burden on my shoulders. I’ve done enough. Now it’s my turn to choose me.” Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. “You’re not thinking straight,” she whispered, voice trembling. “This place… these people…” “This place is the only place I’ve ever felt like I could matter,” I said. “And I will matter. I’m going to be the queen, Mom. That’s my plan now.”

Queen remarked acting like she wasn't talking about me. "I know right? Where else did she get all the expensive stuffs she's never been able to even touch before?" Zainab replied. "Some people can be so pretentious" Queen said again. "Is that not how her sister gets all she has and keeps acting like she's one big girl? That girl doesn't even have shame. Was she not supposed to be part of Senior Tara's graduating set if she didn't drop out?" Zainab reminded. "Yes na! The sister is already following her footsteps, she'll drop out soon too then the last born will follow. Family of runs babes!" Queen badmouthed.

“I wish to get rid of you, so why are you acting stubborn?” “Ra…” Aspen swallowed while her unbelieving eyes tried to make sense of her sister’s strange appearance. “Raven? Wh-what-?” “Oh no, dear.” Her sister’s eyes met hers, and something deadly knotted in Aspen’s soul. “I am not your precious little sister.” She grinned. “I am the one and only Lycan Queen of this land, and I have come to take back my throne.”

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