Sister Twists の小説・ストーリー

It is eerie how this place looks and feels all too real. Below the hill, the Sorceress watches me with a perverse smile, she is looking at me as if I’m some kind of midnight snack for her. Seriously, she creeps me out. I do not understand how the sister of the Witch can be so twisted, one reminds me of the heavens and the other reminds me of hell. But then I think of Freya and am reminded of how different we are too. I let out a bitter sigh, Clyde had better not hurt her.

I said. "I have a plan... " My sister said. She looked up and silently enchanted a spell. They couldn't see what was happening but we could see a gush of wind coming for them from behind. The wind flew around them with dust, even the witch that was ascending was coughing from the dust that my sister made. The dust suddenly moved to where we were standing and stopped. Their necklaces fell on the ground next to us. "Kathryn now is our chance." Tabitha said.

Only then did she realize that her footsteps were a bit strange, and in an instant she noticed her injured leg. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a halt. "What's wrong with your leg?" he asked, frowning. "Twisted." Lisa glanced down at her left leg, just now on the dock she was so excited, she seemed to be in pain as she ran towards him. “How do you twist it?” Mark asked, staring at her feet. When he asked, Lisa fell silent. The night before, when she begged the eldest brother to help her get out of the marriage, threatening to jump upstairs, she accidentally twisted when she saw that the eldest brother agreed because she was so happy and overwhelmed.

Title: The Twin Sisters Two twin sisters, Aurélie and Béatrice, physically identical but with very different personalities, are at the heart of this story. Aurélie, recently married to Lorenzo, presents herself to him as an experienced woman, but actually hides her virginity and a deep anxiety about physical intimacy.

“She’s not a little witch. “This is my sister. She’s the most important person to me in this world.” Kimberly was stunned. She stammered. “T-That’s impossible. Your sister’s a cripple. How could this girl be your sister? “There must be a misunderstanding.” Kimberly crawled to Lucas’s feet and tugged on his trousers with a hopeful look. “Lucas, you must have mistaken her for someone else.” Lucas kicked her away with disgust. “My sister? How could I possibly mistake her for someone else?” He grabbed Kimberly’s hair and dragged her until she was kneeling right before my corpse. He then waved his hand, and the bodyguards behind him rushed into the crowd of guests.

she yelled and walked out of the dining room. She stops just at the entrance of the dining room and looks back. “You” she said pointing to the lady who was suppose to prepare the food. “You are fired and also whoever allows this wretched step sister of mine to enter into the kitchen,” she said and left. The two ladies sigh and go in to pack their things knowing they dare not defy the order. The maids scatter around to think of what to cook for the unsatisfied daddy's princess. There was a bell ring at the door, Lauren rushed to the door. She opened it and saw a strange face.

I was completely lost. “She has a sister,” Sanele said again. “Yeah, you said that already, of course, she has a sister, it's me.” I chuckled. “A twin sister, who's not you.” Wait what? Choosing to ignore the last statement I look at this man here with the 'what in the world are you talking about?' expression. She has a twin sister, those words rang in my head like a broken record. How? When? “Where did she get that from?” I coiled my face.

Rubbing my ear, I shook my head. “If you wanted to talk…” “U neye byli shvy vo vlagalishche.” [She has stitches in her vagina.] I stared at my sister for a moment before my brow furrowed. “O chem ty govorish’?” [What are you talking about?] “Enzo…he…” My sister shook her head. “She has stitches, so you need to wait until she heals and the stitches dissolve. It’s not about her legs, brat. She needs to heal.”

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.

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.