The Shadow Sister’s Secret Marriage Novels & Stories

Shadow gets lost when there is so much light on its owner. But One sided light can make its existence distinct. Dawn Clinton is an adopted child who has been living as the shadow of her adoptive sister. She has a vague memory of her adoptive sister, Spring Clinton who has been missing for ten years. However, like a blessing, she was married to the richest CEO in the city who was supposed to be her sister's fiancé six years ago.

He had an odd taste you see he liked vicious things, he found them very entertaining and he liked to be entertained as he got bored easily. He especially found her entertaining and he wanted to see every little trouble that she’d cause. His words to her would probably hurt her feelings a bit though but he had no doubt she’d still do her own thing. “So I did some digging on Apollo’s new woman and I must say I was quite surprised. Who would have known that the Shadow’s little sister was Apollo’s new woman.” He could tell based on her face that she had no idea who he was talking about, well to be fair most people didn’t.

Aurora Wildheart stood in her third-floor guest room, her silver-blue eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the four-poster bed’s canopy, her thoughts a tempest of the missing women, and Vincent’s cryptic message: The shadows are restless. Stay safe. Her forbidden bond with the vampire liaison was a quiet anchor, yet the mystery of her past—lost before The Emerald Forest Pack took her in at seven—pressed heavier, whispering of secrets that could unravel her world.

Felix's hands were intertwined on top of the black bag, before he finally looked at the two detectives who were looking at him curiously. "You guys are right. But, I can't do much for tradition and the request for marriage was written in the family inheritance papers, Mrs. Michelle had even made a power of attorney to make the inheritance papers official and valid in the eyes of the law. In fact, the letters were made in a state of consciousness and witnessed by the relevant attorneys. I was one of the living witnesses when the letter was written and stamped, Mrs. Michelle seemed to make all those things without the slightest hesitation. Apparently, she didn't even care about her personal se

He naturally took my hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand, his eyes brimming with tenderness: "This is the child we've been hoping for so long. Of course I want to give them the best." This display of devotion—if I hadn't heard the truth with my own ears, who would believe it was all an act? As we walked out of the mall, we ran into Emily coming toward us. She was wearing a well-tailored maternity dress. When she saw us, especially James holding my hand tightly, a flash of jealous hatred crossed her eyes before being deliberately replaced with smugness. But she was alone. It seemed my "dear sister's" marriage to my former fiancé wasn't as blissful as it had appeared.

The back of my neck prickled like I was being watched, judged, weighed. And then… the knife came. Vivian. “Brother-in-law,” she said, her voice sugar-sweet and full of poison. “How did you and my sister meet? You two got married just four months ago, right? But I remember… wasn’t Nick still my sister’s boyfriend at that time?” The clatter of a fork echoed through the silence. My hands turned cold. Lisa’s eyes snapped to Vivian, a warning barely masked. “Vivian, that’s enough.”

"Then we burn the whole structure down before they get near it." I looked at him. At this man who had been fighting this enemy in different forms for decades. Who understood the weight of long wars and impossible choices in his bones. "I believe her," I said. "The locket. The message. The way she cried when the blood magic connected. That's not performance." "It might not need to be. The Shadow Court is sophisticated. They plan for every contingency." "Including genuine sisters who actually love each other?" He paused. "That one's harder to manufacture."

A ripple of quiet, murmuring reaction moved through the chamber like a wave. “The pack began to see me differently, looking at me with pity or outright disdain,” I said, my voice tightening. “Like I had failed in my only purpose.” I forced myself to keep going, to expose the rot at the center of the Nightshadow Pack. “Finn stopped pretending to care about my feelings or our marriage entirely.” My voice tightened slightly as I reached the most humiliating part of the story. “He took my own sister as his lover right under my nose,” I stated, the words sharp and jagged.

“I would like to acknowledge our witnesses. Standing as best man, Nate Blackthorne’s brother and second-in-command of the Shadowmoon Pack, Levi Blackthorne.” No. Please, no. Brother. The church tilted and blurred as the breath I held was knocked out with those words. I just fucked my husband’s brother hours before my wedding. Less than twelve hours ago, I’d been in his bed. Had let him inside my body. Had screamed his name while he made me come so hard I saw stars. And now he was standing there watching me marry Nate. Nate’s hand tightened on my lower back. His thumb moved in a small circle against my spine, grounding me, steadying me.

She bit her lip and asked weakly, "Sister… you don't mean that, right? This is the Rossi family engagement. Didn't you always dream of marrying Dante?" Elara looked down at them, like watching a troupe of clumsy clowns performing a crude play. "Yes, I was blind before. But now, I'm not interested."