Sister Sign Of Taurus の小説・ストーリー

She towered over Zara. It seemed like heights of that nature were common in Kael’s family. “I’m Wisteria,” she introduced smoothly as she took Zara’s hand into hers. “Kael’s older sister.” A warm smile spread across her lips. It didn't reach her eyes. “Nice to meet you.” Before Zara could properly react, Wisteria pulled her into a gentle embrace. The sweet scent of flowers clung to her skin so strongly it almost made her dizzy. “I’m Zara. Zara Grey,” she answered nervously.

"Princess Selena Aurelian. Your younger sister. She is twenty years old, Captain of the High Moon Guard, and utterly devoted to the preservation of the Moon Court." Killian stepped closer to Seraphina, his golden eyes scanning the tiny portrait before looking up at his wife's pale face. "She exists, Seraphina. The magical signature matches the crown." Seraphina nodded slowly, a single tear slipping down her cheek. "She does. I have a sister." Aiden, who had been watching the adults with wide, serious eyes, tugged gently at his mother's velvet sleeve. "Mama?" She blinked past her tears, looking down at him. "Yes, sweetie?"

Some of them were true, Thetia had experienced it all her youth, but never would Jane harass someone. - "Your words are very insulting. You realize you are talking about my sister. No matter what our relationship is, she is still my sister". Thetia's gaze hardened, she was beginning to want this tea party to end. - "I apologize on his behalf, but my brother never lied and neither did I, that's what I think. On Acora, the concept of the aura is very important. It is said that in the presence of a person with immense leadership potential, the body reacts. When we arrived, you had us all spellbound and you gave us goosebumps. We did not feel anything like that for your sister. That's life, ever

So many questions ran through my head as I stared at the small girl in front of me. “You just have to….” “How did you know all these?” I cut her off because she could say anything else. “How did you know about my step sister and my infertility, huh?” “Tara is a seer!” She answered, as though she wasn't referring to herself. “She is a soul empowered by the moon goddess to say the truth and bring peace to her people.” Her irises were no longer their usual brown—now, they were white. A seer! I see. Now I know how she could say those words. Before I could stop myself, I bowed my head at her. “Bless you, Tara!”

I tried to pull back, but her grip tightened just enough to stop me. “You’ve been avoiding him all night,” she teased lightly. Avoiding him? If only she knew. My feet felt heavy as she led me forward, each step bringing me closer to the one person I never wanted to stand in front of again. My pulse roared in my ears. Maybe he’ll pretend. Maybe he’ll act like nothing happened. Please… just act like nothing happened. We stopped. I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. “this is my sister,” she said warmly. “I told you about her.”

Snatching everything from me. Everything. I don’t even know what I did to deserve a sister like her. Sometimes I sit down and try to remember if I ever offended the Moon Goddess in any way. Maybe I did something terrible in my past life for the Moon Goddess to punish me with a sister like Thalassa. Because honestly, that girl never wants to see me happy. She always finds a way to ruin things for me. Always. First it was small things when we were younger. Clothes, friends, attention from people around us. Somehow she would always end up getting everything.

“And behind the piece with me, it's signed Esmeralda and Caroline… Sora. I think they were–are sisters–” My knees buckle at her words, my world tilting sideways again.

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

Her hands, visible at the edges of the sheet, were curled into fists. She'd fought. She'd tried to live. And someone had held her under until she stopped. "That's her," Alexa said. Her voice didn't shake. That surprised her. "That's my sister." She reached out and touched Alice's hair. Still soft. Still dark. Still Alice. But her fingers froze halfway through the second stroke.