Sisterhood Manga นิยาย & เรื่องราว

' 'Ah, my name is Li Shushu. The girl can accurately call out her brother's name, and it seems that she really knows her brother. Book book ... It turns out that what he just called was not a book book ... Situshu is almost certain. Just now, Pear Moon mistook herself for the girl named Li Shushu. Her face swished and became extremely pale. 'Sister, what is your relationship with my brother?' Li Shushu lowered his head, but the blush on his face had betrayed everything: 'I shouldn't have anything to do with your brother, after all, I haven't promised him ...'

one of the sisters pinched her old friend when she saw that Sister Joyce was literally drooling when they observed the brothers from afar, “it's a sin for us to have a lust for a man, especially the one wasn't supposed to be our soulmate.” Sister Joyce, one of the oldest priestess in the temple look at her younger friend in glee, “I’m sorry, Sister Marion, I maybe 105 years old woman, but I’m not blind, I mean look at them,” she pointed the brothers, “in a hundred years of my life, I never have seen men as fine as these brothers… the goddess must be in a good mood when she created them.” Sister Marion, who was short-sighted, did not understand what her friend was saying, so she decided to br

BEFORE Luc As I applied rogue blush to the peaks of Lily's cheeks, I realised that I was jealous of my baby sister. Maybe it was the way her hair was pulled up in a messy bun so soft tendrils of ringlets touch her cheeks and stick to her lipgloss or the way her doe eyes were heavily lined (she copies my style at every chance she gets). Maybe it was because Joseph commented on how beautiful and delicate she was on our first date while we were waiting for our moin-moin.

I watched these people praise my sister, Anna Smith, and belittle me, and my heart gradually turned cold. In the family chat group, my mother mentioned Anna. Mom: [I booked the flight for you. Once we arrive in Mexico, you can buy whatever you want. I have money.] My sister hinted: [Mom, I heard that Mexico is close to Guatemala and has many good materials.] My mother immediately responded: [Okay, okay, we'll buy you a jade bracelet.]

“We? I wonder how many of you take part in this fucked-up gang.” “Plenty.” Her eyes gleam with amusement. “All of us you all bullied in school.” Mira and Jason’s gazes widen. Sandra doesn’t flinch. I lean back in my seat, a grin tugging at my lips. “Seems like the Sisterhood’s bond is strong because of a common enemy.” “It—” Isabelle starts. Benita raises a hand. “Enough!” Isabelle’s lips slam shut. I smirk. “Finally, Madam speaks.”

She’s wearing her glasses and she has a book in hand, and I smiled when I saw what she was reading. Attack on Titan. I remembered my friend back home. She is also a manga reader ever since she watched anime with her older sister who passed away. It was like the only thing left about her sister, so even though she wasn’t a reader when she was younger, she eventually became one. “They were nice. Although there’s this girl who was being irritating.” She lets out a chuckle after hearing what I said, making me raise an eyebrow, an action as if asking her what’s so funny about it.

What the fuck did she feel when she touched my son? Umiko looks at me and smiles. “Fenriz, these are my two sisters, Hanabi,” she starts, gesturing to the sister in the baby blue dress, then turns to the one dressed in a light yellow blouse. “And Homura; they’re my older sisters. Unfortunately, Hikari, the eldest, couldn’t make it due to a death in their clan, but she will be joining us within the next few days.” “Yoroshiku onegaishimasu,” they say in unison with soft, gentle voices.

Monica laughs lightly. "I am glad that you didn't make the same mistake of hurting your mate." Karen smiles with a hint of pain and guilt in her eyes, "It won't be easy, but it is worth it." "You can talk to us." Lily places her hand over mine, reading my confusion which I am trying to hide, "We all are your sisters and friends. It is not just the brotherhood that runs deep into this club's roots. Even sisterhood is stronger than the blood. We ladies always have each other's back, no matter what."

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

The pendant at her neck flared, and for a heartbeat, the assassin froze—just long enough for Kael to knock them into a broken wall with bone-crushing force. The figure groaned and dropped its hood. A woman. Pale skin. Eyes like molten silver. And a scar running across her left cheek in the shape of a crescent moon. Aria’s breath caught. “I know you,” she whispered. The woman spit blood and smirked. “Of course you do, little Flame. We’re sisters.” --- The Sister She Never Knew Everyone froze. Kael’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?” The woman chuckled darkly. “Oh, he doesn’t know, does he? Poor thing. Thought you were the only miracle born under the red star?”