Soul Eater Thompson Sisters Novels & Stories

Mike I chuckled and looked at the woman in front of me, she was a feisty one which I liked in women but that wasn't what drew me to her. It was her eyes, hazel just like my sister's. My sister would have been almost if not at her age by now if only she was alive. I could picture both of them getting along if only this woman smiled as much as my sister smiled and the fact that her hair was black while sister was blonde but unfortunately my sister had been taken away from me years ago which devastated my father and finally led to his death.

The struggle against the magical restraints proved futile, my every effort met with an unyielding force that subdued me in a prison of lurking shadows. Lisa gave a loud cry, then took a leap towards Mathilda, only to be pulled back by Khalil. "Stop. Don't," he grounded, holding her firmly around her waist. "What..." Before Lisa could finish talking though, Abeel's spear went flying in the air and found its mark on one of the Sisters' forehead. A piercing cry accompanied it, followed by a flash of lightning before the sister crumbled into dust. The remaining Sisters met the same fate, each with our weapons.

"You know what was the most fun? Watching you push Cerys into the abyss, step by step! Every time she was framed, every time she was pushed away, it was all my doing! And you, my stupid brother, you always chose to believe me!" The blood drained from Theron's face. "You… you framed her every time…" "Of course!" Lilith's expression became boastful. "The blood contamination, the stolen tomes, the blood frenzy… I did it all! But you always blamed her, always pushed her away, always hurt her! You drove your own sister to her death! You did it with your own two hands! Hahaha!" Theron collapsed, clutching his head. "I killed her," he whispered. "It was me."

SYNTHETIC HORMONE RECEPTOR BLOCKADE: LETHAL MATRIX CONFIRMED. SOURCE PATIENT: MRS. MAYA VANCE (BIOMETRIC ENTRY: PRENATAL CARE). "Gentlemen of the board," Julian’s voice boomed through the state-of-the-art sound system, echoing coldly off the mahogany walls. "The broadcast my fugitive sister-in-law launched at the gala was an external distraction designed to draw my security detail away from this manor. Because while I was protecting our corporate assets in the city... an internal threat was actively, chemically attempting to assassinate the sole heir to the Vance Group throne."

When she stabbed me to death, she was still shouting, “If I hadn’t generously given you the system, how could you have lived so well? “You wouldn’t even lend me twenty thousand dollars! You’re too heartless! “If that’s the case, we might as well die together!” The system’s voice pulled my thoughts back to this life. “Jana Lee, Yuna Lee says she chooses the system. Are you fine with that choice?” My sister clung to my arm, wearing that sickeningly sweet expression of sisterly affection. “Jana, luck is such an uncertain thing. I’ll take the loss, just keep the fortune.” “Sure.” I nodded lightly, my face calm, though a cold smile rose inside me. She looked as delighted as if she had picked up a

Standing in a cafeteria full of phones and laughter with hot soup running down the back of my neck, bonded to all three of them by something neither I nor the Voss brothers had asked for. I looked at Eden Thorne's blank, furious, carefully controlled face and understood exactly what I was looking at. I had shattered her entire future and she wanted revenge And she had two sisters who felt exactly the same way. I was in so much trouble. Let’s say, I am in deep shit!

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

But after transferring here in this life, I realized that wasn’t entirely true. The students in Class Thirteen were split into two factions. Aside from Nicholas and his gang of bullies, most of the remaining students were just ordinary kids struggling with poverty or personal hardships. Their space to study and even exist were nearly crushed under the weight of Nicholas and his followers. I scanned the sparsely occupied classroom. Eventually, my gaze landed on a girl sitting diagonally behind Nicholas—Sophie Reed. The moment our eyes met, she panicked and quickly looked away. I understood immediately.

Monica had just come back from grabbing some food and getting her bandages changed when she overheard the conversation and immediately spotted the two people everyone was talking about. She flung the porridge in her hand. “You cheating scum! How dare you show your faces here!” Veronica screamed as the porridge splashed on her. “Are you crazy?!” “Crazy? Yeah, maybe I am! You said you had a stomachache that day, right? Too bad it didn’t kill you!

Then Gwyn slit her sister's throat. "You guys are sisters?" Rena suddenly appeared. Startled, Gwyn almost hit her. "Do that again or I will kill you." She glared at her. "And yes, we are sisters. Not pretty obvious" Gwyn spread her four arms. "Gwyn cover me!" It was Serra, on her knees touching Danika's hand with her burning hand. Gwyn dashed towards an incoming Reapers and met it with her swords. Rena dashed towards Serra. "Good thing her soul didn't leave yet." Serra whispered. "She'll be fine. Go cover me. Where's Sisi?"