Sister Maiden Monster Novels & Stories

No family, no friends, just the two of us. Years swept by. I was an adult now. Despite that, my sister still fought for my safety. She was my only family, my only friend. I couldn’t thank her enough for everything. Our relationship turned more into a telepathic feeling. Whenever she’s sad, I can’t be happy. When she’s far away, I feel lonely, a part of me will be gone. My lovely sister’s name is Luna Bianchi, a parent, a friend, a defender, and my guardian. AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️💖💞

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 . . .

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

We walked up to the crowd and they dispersed upon seeing us. There sat a maid who was quivering in fear. She held her hands to her body as tears trailed down her eyes. "What's going on?" I asked. The maid looked up to me and held my robe. "The monster killed my sister," she cried out "What monster?" I asked. "A monster," she replied, somewhat lost. I bent down to meet her gaze and gently rubbed her hair "Tell me. How does this monster look," I asked "It has wings and is scary. It looked like a beast," she wept.

Dominick scoffed and grabbed her neck, but he didn’t grip on it. “Your sister, huh? That bitch drugged me. And guess what? She escaped.” “Dominick!” Ciel growled and removed his hand from his mate as he reached her neck to make sure that she was not hurt.“She had nothing to do with this.” He hugged her. “Monique, right?” Dominick snorted. “The first daughter who reincarnated in a hybrid monster’s body.” “That’s enough,” Ciel shouted. “I know you are mad.”

it was something I should pay close attention to, I did not doubt that she would try to seduce me again, perhaps not in such a direct way, but in subtle ways, she knew very well how to do that. Amber was like a snake, she would circle you and seduce you with her deep green, mysterious eyes and then pounce on you, I couldn't let that happen, I had to keep my head and my heart in order. I smiled at the thought that after so many years I had finally managed to leave her in the position I wanted, soon she would see and know where she was, my revenge was just beginning, satisfied with everything that had happened that day I continued working, I still had a few things to finish, but I already felt

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

Neither Amber nor I could go anywhere. My foolish sister still hadn't grasped how serious things were. After hearing Dad's warning last night, her mind began to turn. It didn't matter that I couldn't leave. Amber would create an excuse for me. The sun grew hotter each day. Even at night, the heat woke me up. Amber had somehow managed to sneak out. Shortly after, Dad came banging on my bedroom door, looking frantic. "Your sister might be in trouble out there. Come with me right now and help me find her."

She batted her lashes at me and I sighed. “Long story though. Do you by any chance know who Ginger Carmine is?” I asked. She shrugged. “No, I've never heard of her. Who is she?” “Some powerful witch using my sister's body as a host. Apparently, her body was locked away and only the jewel can release it. Jamie told me that I will only get my sister back as soon as I find the jewel and Ginger Carmine is released from Taloria's body.” I explained but she still looked confused.