Novel & Cerita The Second Sister Book

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.

Veronica had to bite her lip hard to keep from moaning. "I've been feeling jealous of my sister," the woman continued, completely unaware. "She just got a promotion at work, and instead of being happy for her, I felt... bitter. Envious." Marcus began to move—slow, deep thrusts that had his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside Veronica's pussy. "Jealousy is—is human," Veronica managed, her voice remarkably steady considering there was a thirteen-inch cock moving inside her. "The sin is in letting it poison your relationship with your sister. Have you considered talking to her about your feelings?"

I really did look like her, only she was better looking. The sceptre with a black orb whirled with a hue of purple, smoke emanating from the orb. The smoke rose until it took the face of Ivy. "Ah, the second sister," she said smirkingly like she was expecting me. Goosebumps spread on my skin, causing me to hug myself. "You expected me here?" "Do you really think I left a diary in my library for my dead sister? Of course, it was for you. Although, I was expecting the first sister but since she isn't here, it's even better. Saves me the stress of finding you."

Both the sisters watched Scarlet sleep soundly after having the phonic conversation, while Destiny was the one who was worried to the core. Announcement:- Dear Readers, Thankyou all for being with me in this journey. The book is near completion. We are almost near the end. Keep supporting me and if you like my work, recommend it to your friends too. Also, I would be dropping off my second book. It's a werewolf romance book. I would announce the platform soon. Follow me on i***a for my new book updates. pooja.bansal.92560 Love you all.

"I heard all of it." The room was very quiet. Irina sat in the chair beside the bed and felt simultaneously like a teenager caught doing something she shouldn't and an adult who knew she hadn't done anything wrong and wasn't sure which feeling she was more entitled to. "I didn't plan it," she said. "I know you didn't," Anna said. "It wasn't — I wasn't trying to take anything from you—" "Irina." Anna's voice was soft. "I know that too." She looked at her sister. At the face that was her mother's jaw and her father's eyes and fourteen years of growing up alongside each other in a country that wasn't theirs and then an ocean apart and then back together again.

She cuts my sister off, “That was I write comes to life. Yes, my books are real.” Then it clicks, “We are your books, at least we are in it.” “You’re right,” She smiles at me, “It’s actually a series. Your book is still ongoing, the second book and there will be another in the future, whil-” Asteria cuts in, “I am the first. How is that possible?” “I make a lot of impossible things possible,” She points out but my sister’s questioning isn’t finished. “What did you call my book. What’s the name and please tell me that it’s completed,” My sister all but pleads and I snicker.

Marissa stepped closer to Xander, a red blush dusting her cheeks. Dad and Mom immediately straightened up, their posture stiff and awkward. "Damn, looks like the Lipton family hit the jackpot this time! How did Marissa find such a handsome and rich boyfriend?" "I'm so envious! They sure are lucky." "Marissa has always been the more emotionally intelligent of the two sisters, so is it any surprise that her parents love her more? Now that she's gotten herself such an extraordinary boyfriend, how could Yelena possibly compare?"

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.

The book of our lives slammed shut, and a new one opened, but the chapters seemed to unfold at a painfully slow pace. Turning another page didn’t scare me; I was curious to see what came next. The thought of my beast tearing up the pages of my book made me nervous. Despite always feeling guilty when my sister left, she constantly reassured me it wasn’t my fault. She believed in me and encouraged me to lead our pack with an unwavering hand.