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This time, however, she was left with the last child of her sister, a witchling that had barely lived up to half a century. It is said that the sister knew that this battle would be her last, for she set her household in order, silently drawing up a will and making arrangements for her demise. This war, the first of its kind in the entire period of existence of the immortal ones, ravaged kingdoms with careless abandon. Blood flowed ceaselessly, like water from a burst pipe, yet the battle did not cease. Many watched their children, spouses, and all those they held dear perish, but the war did not cease. Curses rained upon the inhabitants of Earth and Hell, but the war did not cease. The outc

It was tormenting to think about the fact that she had actually done something that despising all for a man. "Caramel is here." I announced to my parents while they craned their heads at us. I had intentionally ignored making mention of the male figure. My mother rushed to her feet to stand in front of Caramel. She gripped her shoulder and began to shake her like there was no end to her troubles. "Why would you do that to your own sister? My mother wailed, "what got into you? How could you let yourself be blinded by lust? What happened to the love and bond I trained you to share with your sisters?" She cried, not faltering with her action.

Kaiden and I stood back watching the whole ordeal unfold and Lilith bent down to touch the ground and called up more of her soldiers to help. They charged up behind our warriors and got a couple of good kills in before our warriors turned on them as well. “It’s a bloodbath.” Kaiden said. “We knew that it was going to be.” I said, very emotionless. “My sister is going to kill them all. She has powers that they don’t even understand.” Kaiden said. “This is just the warm up. The battle will begin when I get in there.” I said. “I know all of that. I know the plan. But we have to stop all of this death.”

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.”

When my sister threw herself into the arms of the masked man, I knew that she had reincarnated too. In our last life, when she saw the handsome face of Yoran the Alpha lycan, she promptly threw herself at him as if bewitched. At the same time, she tripped me in front of the masked man. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Erin—I didn't mean to. But someone as ugly as you really doesn't suit an Alpha." Then, leering at the masked man behind me in disdain, she scoffed, "The way I see it, you suit him way more."

Shooting me a jealous look, she said, "No, that's not it! Yelena is definitely not a good person. She must've tricked you somehow. I'm your online girlfriend, not her!" "Whether you are or not doesn't matter anymore. Either way, the person I like is your sister," Xander retorted, his gaze frosty. Tears slipped from Marissa's eyes, though they were born of sheer fury. She let out a crazed scream, but in the next second, Dad gave her a good, hard smack across the cheek.

Every studio she entered met her with cold stares or a door in her face. When the men in black came for her, her only thought was, 'Fine. Take me. Let the whole world burn.' … Giana and Hilda Chamberlains, the seventh and eighth sisters, were in the middle of a television interview. Hilda hosted a program at Silverton Broadcasting Station. She had invited her sister as the first guest, expecting a quick boost in ratings. The cameras were rolling. The questions had not even begun when several men walked in. They said nothing, lifted both women, and carried them out.

I have been working on creating a hot wife website to make lots of money from p**n. I also have two beautiful sisters, Myra and Cameron. Myra just turned twenty and Cameron is eighteen and will graduate high school this year. Myra is in college. She has developed into a very voluptuous young woman and Cameron is quickly getting there. Myra is more outgoing than Cameron. When Myra is home, I lustfully look at her and think whoever is fucking my sister is damn lucky. I know I shouldn't think this way, but I know I would bang Myra if I had the chance. Cameron is more the inward type but very developing into a beautiful woman. She won't go out dressed like this but at home she wears tight short

Mat said, and then Asteria smiled. “Hi, I am Asteria D´Angelo. I am Prince Zane's mate, and I am here to help you,” she said, and the three girls looked at each other. “Let's start with something simple,” Asteria took the lead, “What are your names?” she asked, “I am Zarina,” Zarina mumbled, “I am Sophie, and this is my younger sister Sirena,” Sophie said, and Asteria nodded. “I bought clothes and things for just one girl… I guess I will have to go shopping tomorrow…” she smiled, and I saw Mat roll his eyes. He knew none of his sisters needed an excuse to hit the mall.

"Cynthia was our real sister! You're the fake!" The entitled look of arrogance on Sarah's face instantly froze. Joseph trembled as he picked up the reports from the floor, reading them over and over again. "No... That's impossible..." he muttered, shaking all over. "The sister we lost... The real sister we searched for over ten years..." Thomas' voice was terribly hoarse. "It was never Sarah." He pointed in the direction where my spirit floated. For a moment, I thought he could see me. "It was Cynthia."