Soul Eater Thompson Sisters Novels & Stories

And Aiden looked at me in bewilderment, as if he hadn't noticed how lousy I look today. “Slight malaise,” I slurred, “no need to worry. Better tell us the latest news. Did you find out who was behind all this? We're still looking into it, but there aren't many options. The main version is apostates. I swallowed obscene words along with another spoonful of soup. The Resistance very skillfully framed the Sisters. “So, someone saw the distraught dark ones?” I asked a logical, from my point of view, question.

I sit on the couch and start scrolling through my phone. Five minutes later, the door is opened by a very beautiful woman. She is tall and her skin is tanned, her eyes are light brown, as is her hair. '' Who are you? '' Question, a little rude. “You entered the room without knocking, so I'm the one asking. Who are you? She puts her hand on her hip and looks at me seriously. “I am the Thompsons' considerate sister. I widen my eyes. Sister?

Refusing to be an ass, he let go of my hands and quickly took Samantha’s in a firm shake. “In the flesh.” He revealed his dazzling lady smile that had me rolling my eyes heavenward. What a traitor. He was going to pay for this. “I am Samantha.” She smiled dearly at him, “Of course, the Undead Sister.” He added up causing Samantha to cackle up. I wish I shared her sense of humor. And notice the sarcasm. “Right. Sounds like fantasy.” She accompanied her words with a little giggle before looking at me.

He fell to the floor, clawing at his own skin, lost in a sea of stolen memories. Rowan didn't look back. He carried me out of the lab and into the dark hallways of the underground base. But as we reached the elevator to the surface, a shadow blocked our path. It was Chloe. But she wasn't alone. Standing behind her were three "Origins"—girls who looked exactly like me, their eyes vacant and glowing with a sick, green light. "You thought Kaima was the only one we were working on?" Chloe smirked. She held a remote in her hand. "Meet the sisters. And they’re very, very hungry for their mother’s blood."

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

I pulled out, switching to Elena's ass, fucking her doggy while Theresa rode my tongue—another squirt down my throat. The cycle blurred: asses fucked raw, pussies eaten to squirting oblivion, mouths filled with cum and fluids. I came first in Lucia's ass, pumping hot ropes deep, then made them lick it out—tongues delving into her gaping hole, swapping the load. Next, Theresa's pussy, filling her until it leaked, Elena slurping it clean. Maria begged for my seed in her mouth; I obliged, fucking her throat until I erupted, cum overflowing her lips. The sisters licked it from her, then each other, a chain of filthy kisses.

There have been rumors that they are an item, and looking at them now, I can understand why. My sister always gets touchy-feely with the people she likes. I remember when she used to drape herself all over me when we were younger. I guess she has outgrown that now. "So I heard you and Aiden are partners on this project," Sarah says, looking back and forth between us. "That is right," I reply. “Blacksmith is my partner.” Sarah frowns, her eyes flicking from me to Aiden. "I must say, it is kind of unusual to hear you call him 'Blacksmith'. It is distant and formal, but I guess that's just your way." She rambles.

I exclaimed. “You got to know this. You weren’t always Sienna, okay? You came into this house as Anabel, my nanny. Then someway along the line, you unveiled your identity as my sister who I believe died many months ago,” Ginevra explained. And I was like; is she crazy? How can I be bearing three identities? Luna and now Anabel when my real name is Sienna. “My sister’s soul entered into your body because you weren’t wearing your amulet. You two are of the same gene or something. You tend to lose your soul when you aren’t wearing your amulet. Do you remember how you misplaced your amulet before staggering to the street?” Ginevra questioned. “Uh, I…um, I took it off my neck, yeah, I was so angr

Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance. The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with one of the sterling silver knives beside our plates. “Well,” Iris said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I think it’s wonderful how you’re all supporting each other through this process. It can’t be easy.” If she only knew. There was nothing wonderful about it. Just desperation, manipulation, and my own pathetic inability to say no to my sister. “Yes,” Margo agreed, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Grace has always been so accommodating. Haven’t you, dear?”