Sisters Of Night And Fog Novels & Stories

I eventually got tired of the countless buzzing and I pulled the phone out, watching as the screen flooded with notifications stacking up on each other. T*****r. I*******m. News alerts. All of them, I clicked on one and the new began. “Sereia Fontaine, the woman who kidnapped her own sister years ago, has allegedly pushed her pregnant sister to the ground at a charity gala in Geneva." I scrolled down. “Witnesses say Fontaine has been trying to destroy her sister's life for years. First the kidnapping. Now this." They were more articles, headlines and even a photo of my face.

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

“You're clearly nervous. We should be dancing with the rest of the packs. You can't just stand here and expect your mate to find you.” “Oh yeah?” I took another sip of the disgusting liquid, wincing when it burned its way down my throat. “Watch me.” Of course I was nervous. The bonfire night wasn't just a celebrationㅡ it was fate made public. It was the night when the Moon goddess decided who belonged to whom. Some wolves had waited years for this. Some never found their mate. And then, there was me. Born into royalty, trained as an Alpha, expected to marry well, form alliances and never ㅡ everㅡ cause trouble.

She paused before adding, "Everyone still talks about how grateful they are. You spent nearly a year tutoring us, making sure we all passed the college entrance exam. "And now, you’re using your connections to help us land internships too." She hesitated, then lowered her voice. "Sometimes it feels like a dream. "Because last night, I had one—a dream where it wasn’t you who transferred into Class Thirteen. It was your sister. "In the dream, she was the one Nicholas bullied. But instead of fighting back, she fell in love with him. "And then, right before the exam, they had a huge fight. That afternoon, Sophie and I just happened to be passing by…”

I am so afraid to enter the scary dark place but my concern and urge to find my sister is more dominant than my fear of entering the forest. I am already tired of walking around the area but still no sign of Diana when suddenly I heard grunts. It was closed to the rocky part of the forest but it was already far from the most proper part of the island where we were staying. I took a step forward in that part, and I was surprise on what I clearly heard and saw. And my tears just suddenly flowed out of my swollen eyes from what I witnessed-- my older sister, Diana and my fiancé, my dearest fiancé, Daniel —having sex under a tree in the dark secluded part of the island in the middle of the night

"Who bullied you, Becca? Don't be scared!" She then turned to look at me. She pointed an accusing finger at me and exclaimed, "What are you trying to do, Natalie? Don't you know that Becca has androphobia? How could you hire a whole group of men to come here when she's ill? Are you trying to scare her to death?" Isaac stormed into the room and slammed his hand down on the bed railing. "Is it wrong for my son to accompany his own sister for her treatments? You're just being paranoid!"

His lips curled up in an eerie smile as he leaned close to my face, breathing, "Your sister said your heart would suit me more, and it appears to be no lie… It's almost as if you're born with a heart destined to be eaten by me. "Even if I don't feel anything for you, you're still much better than your sister." I struggled against him—against death—only to find my whole body limp and devoid of any strength. Had I been drugged?! As if reading my mind, Sion lifted my chin and narrowed his eyes. "Don't even think about getting away. Your dear sister drugged you so that you can't." My hands trembled even more, and I sweated all over my back.

My mind raced with that information. From what I’d gathered about 5th Circle and dark witches, they were a group of families who took up the cause generation after generation. Were the Nightlings really one of those families? Has my best friend been a dark witch? So many questions floated through my mind, demanding attention. One of the first was, had Forrest killed his sister and hung her in our dorm room for me to find? No, her murderer had left a note, a threat, telling me anyone else I involved would die too. I assumed that note was from my stalker—who admitted to poisoning my mom and had probably been the one who’d killed Claire, too.

Irina said, carefully. "Well." The recorder shifted slightly higher. "You married Neo McKinney while your sister was in a coma. Your sister, who by all accounts, was supposed to be his wife. I'm sure I'm not the first one to ask." She cocked her head. "What I'm wondering is-are you Neo McKinney's wife? Or are you just keeping the seat warm until Anna wakes up?" The Atlanta afternoon seemed to go perfectly still. Or maybe that was just Irina's head that went quiet while the rest of the world buzzed at its normal volume.

Veronica was furious. She texted me: [Amelia, are you happy now? I’ve lost completely, and now everyone sees me as the other woman. Is this what you wanted?!] [I’m not happy yet. You’re still in my way. Get him out of my life, or I’ll crank up the heat and make sure you never recover your reputation!] Maybe she was scared that I had more evidence. Thirty minutes later, Veronica showed up. I watched from my window as she and James argued and pulled at each other.