Stranger Things The Lost Sister Novels & Stories

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

she said in a voice that didn't sound like hers. I almost chuckled. I proceeded to tell her why exactly I couldn't leave her in that position, even though I knew deep down that she was capable. She looked broken. I wanted to enjoy her misery, but I couldn't. I shrugged it off and walked out, but not before making sure I stripped her of that control she didn't know she had. I left there and went back to Stone Holdings. I buried myself in work until I got a reminder from my calendar. Isabel's birthday was coming soon.

“Because my lost sister, the daughter of Alpha Layne and the granddaughter of Lycan Morgan, has returned. My sister is back with us!” Applause erupted from the guests, and I smiled back at the sea of faces now turned toward me. My eyes darted around the room as if pulled by instinct, searching for someone, but he wasn’t there. I looked for the children and found them with Uncle Kent. The claps died down and Xavier “You all know the story—how we lost her during the fight and how we have been searching for her. And today, the Moon Goddess found us worthy to have her back,” Xavier muttered, the excitement in his voice obvious.

I don’t want to look. I already know. But I have to. Slowly, I pick it up, my hands shaking. Another message. This time… It’s not just words. It’s a picture. My breath stops. My vision blurs. Because I recognize it instantly. It’s my sister. Standing outside our apartment. Alone. Unaware. Another message follows. Unknown: You’re not the only one who can lose something, Maria. My entire world tilts. “No…” I whisper, my voice barely there.

Stranger number two: I give it a week before she snaps and bites someone. Stranger number three: She looks like she wore a tent. I touched my sweater. “…It’s comfortable.” More headlines popped up. Exclusive: The Lost Sister’s Bloodline Explained Ten Questions the Vale Pack Must Answer A Rogue Slipped Through Security. Is Their Territory Crumbling? “Wow,” I muttered. “Nothing like waking up and discovering the entire world thinks you live in a collapsing dumpster.” Ping. My inbox chimed. Then it chimed again. Then it started vibrating so aggressively the whole table shook.

“Then she will have to be removed.” Clara’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp. The hedge rustled faintly, betraying her presence. “Did you hear that?” Elianna demanded. Clara fled silently through the opposite path, her heart pounding like a drum. She did not stop until she reached her chamber, bolting the door behind her. She pressed her back against the wood, trembling. Removed. The word echoed in her ears. Her own sister was planning her destruction. Adrian’s Doubts

He whispers. “So, what did you do to become a Lost?” “I murdered my sister’s abuser; he had been sexually abusing her for years before I found them one night. I killed him.” “I think that was very noble of you. How old was she? If you don’t mind my asking.” “She was 10 when it started, and I killed him when she was 16. It took 6 years to figure out what was happening to her. I was a terrible brother to have not noticed.”

“I want you to look at that report. Look at your fiancée’s death certificate and then tell me… How long do you plan to keep doting on this ‘sister’ of yours that you found from nowhere?” “She is our sister!” Ron slammed his fist on the desk. “Our biological sister we lost for twenty years!” “Are you sure?” Caitlin sneered. “She appears out of nowhere, and her entire past is unclear. The moment she returns, Wendy is kidnapped, and she’s the only survivor. Ron, have you ever studied probability? How likely do you think that kind of coincidence really exists?” Lisa began to sob, her shoulders shaking. “Ron… since Caitlin hates me so much… maybe I should leave… and go back to the life I had befo

Lucien smiled, slow, predatory, like a man who'd just won a game I didn't know I was playing. ​"Welcome home, little sister." ​And just like that, my boring, miserable, predictable life exploded into a thousand pieces. ​I should've taken the stairs.

"All I know for sure is that she's lying." "Hmm." Vrethie rubbed his chin. "Well you squished her skull and she's still alive so I can only assume she's a PAVE assassin." "I'm not an assassin!" Mika cried. "I don't even have a day's training. I'm an office worker. Admin." "Then why aren't you dead?" Vrethie asked, his face suddenly very close to hers. She stared into those cold blue eyes and lost her train of thought. Even as she tried to backtrack, it was as if the memories were ripped away from her.