Sister Poems Of Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She's like the little sister I never had. She's the sister who craved her brother's attention but he didn't give her. Making her think he doesn't love her, when I always the love shining in his eyes whenever he gazed at her. She's just too blind to see that her brother loves her so much but he just doesn't know how to show it to her. We stayed in each other's embrace for a couple of minutes before we pulled away and Vee announced that she needed to use the bathroom.

She turned around and looked at me with wide eyes… Ooooooookay? “You named it…” “Cutsiah? Yes. I don’t see why.” Now I get it. I turned around, suddenly feeling a little conscious to be around her. This is what happens when you bring ‘FAMILY’ into something you held dear. They always find… A loud “ooooph” left my lips as she crushed her front to my back, hugging me from my behind. “ I knew it. I knew it that everyone was wrong about you. You loved your sister so much more than anything in this world. And if not…” She spun me in her hold and looked at me with teary eyes,

His eyes flashed with anger, his face was grim, unsightly “Do you know what you are talking about? We've been planning this flawlessly for so many years. This is a good opportunity for us to take revenge for our sister. Have you forgotten how your sister died? It's puzzling.” A feeling of pain flashed through, and the image of Khanh An ran through my memory. Her love and affection make me so happy. Feeling the pain of the day she left made me hate even more, I hated myself. But perhaps love always makes both my sister and I fall in love, even though we hate to the bone, but love is bigger than that.

I weep for the abandoned dinner, for the set table, for the candles extinguished before they even had a chance to live. I weep for this pregnancy barely begun, already rejected. I weep for this belly ignored, denied. For this love I carried alone. I weep for what my sister stole from me. For her words, whispered in my ear like a provocation: "I'm pregnant. By him." And him, Marius, silent, but standing at her side like a trophy she had conquered, a man who would not be returned to me. I weep for my naïveté. I weep for that foolish belief that love is sometimes born of the everyday, that it can grow where nothing was ever sown.

"Only if we have met in normal circumstances I would have considered myself as the luckiest person on this earth. But now when I know your reality it is getting very hard for me to digest the truth that we carry the same blood in our veins" "Why are you saying like this sis..." "Don't call me sister. I am not your sister. I cannot consider you as my sister after knowing your truth and your real face" She sniffed. "How could you...... How could you do that?" A sob escaped her throat. "Why did you fake your love towards him? Why? Have you never seen true love in his eyes for you? I have seen him the way he loves Aarav and I can imagine how badly he must be in love with you at that time"

There is no way I would give sense to love in my heart; love is a weakness that makes one vulnerable and leads to their death, as they would turn soft and would easily be gotten by the enemy. I used to think love was a beautiful thing; I thought it would make one feel complete and always happy, but I was wrong; completely wrong as I watched people die in the arms of those they loved.The person you loved so much could easily connive with the enemy to end your life for money or authority. That was what happened to my beloved sister, my only sister, whom I cherished so much. I have a sister named Vee who died a painful death at the hands of the man she gave her heart to and trusted with everyth

She has been drinking. “He doesn’t love you. A man who loves you could never have slept with you when you were just a child,” I whisper, letting the tears fall from my eyes. “Love? What do you know about love?” She asks, “Don’t talk about things you can’t understand, Sasha.” She pushes me away from her face, then goes to stand by the table. “I know what love is.” I shot back, getting to my knees. “Love is a little girl risking everything to help her sister get her wounds treated. Love is a sister making sure—”

I remembered my sister's words ringing in my ear. "Why ?! Why did you took the one and only people who showed love for me ?! Am I like that sinful and unworthy for someone's love Lord ?! Why did you took Allizah! She's the only one I have! I don't mind them comparing me and her j-just give her back to me. I love her so much! " I raised my head talking to the Almighty. I cried all my heart's pain, remembering my sister, Allli and her unconditional love for me and our bonding together. She's the only one who showed love to me. I hope it is genuine because I don't know what damage it will brought if I discovered even her love is fake.

"I loved him, and then you came along. You ruined everything." I swallowed hard. She leaned closer, her voice like poison "You should not feel something for your sister's first love. It's immoral." I shivered, swallowing as I met her gaze. She smiled. "Sleep well little sister." Then, she left.

It saw love as a chain to be broken. “My sister,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady in the suffocating dark. “Where is she?” The shadow-form smiled Lillian’s smile, and it was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. “Close. She fights. It is… entertaining. But she tires. Her love for you is a candle in my storm. It will soon gutter and die.”