The Sisters Closet Mga Nobela at Kwento

None of the women were focusing on anything going on around them, their faces locked into deep concentration. After a moment they must have sensed everyone’s eyes on theirs because they all turned to look at us at once. Displeasure appears on Cloth’s face as her eyes lock onto mine. “It appears that my Father has been keeping secrets from us.” Clotho says, not elaborating any further. I contemplated asking for Clotho to say more, but decided that she just learned that her aunt is actually her sister and that her father is out to ruin her, so I leave it be for now.

Closing the door, Dad turns to Susan and says, "Susan you're my sex slave." My sister stops walking and assumes a robotic pose. She's wearing a red scoop neck tee and with low-rise white shorts that fit her like a second skin. Dad leans against his desk with a shit-eating grin on his face as my sister pulls her top over her head and unfastens her bra. "We can skip this part," Susan says quietly. "No," Mom says emphatically. "We'll watch it all."

She wraps her hands around me and she cries silently. "What is this place?" I hear my sister ask, I pull away to check the place out, it looks like an old walk-in closet with a small mattress that doesn't look too soft. There is a chair and a desk that has books on it, a small mirror on the other side, and a few clothes that are hanging. The place doesn't have much light but it's clean and smells like cranberry.

When I opened the room next to his, I saw my sister’s clothes inside. So they don’t sleep in the same room? Why? What really happened between the two of them? Why is Fabio so angry at my sister? After showering, I looked for something to wear before heading downstairs. “What is this stuff? Doesn’t Normani ever feel cold in these?” I muttered when I opened her closet. All I saw were tank tops and shorts, and some expensive-looking dresses I couldn’t imagine myself wearing. I’d probably break out in hives. I preferred loose, comfy clothes that gave me room to move.

We had long fantasized about the two sisters and had voiced our fantasies to each other during numerous long bouts of our sexual trysts. Nicole was older by 10 months, but no one could tell by looking at them. They were both slim and perky with black hair and green eyes. Their breasts and asses were perfectly shaped for their petite frames. As the first and third bases, these sisters were knockouts. We all hugged and chatted as we relaxed in the rec room. The sisters wore matching high loose fitting red shorts and overly large red football jerseys that gave both of them the illusion of not wearing any pants. Rebecca and I were practically salivating at the image.

She crouched in the same spot my father had. "Sienna." Her voice was a whisper. "Don't blame Mamma, okay?" "Mamma knows you're hurt." She went on, her fingers picking at the carvings on the door. "But your sister only has one day left. Just let her have this. Let her go happy, can you?" I floated in front of her. I saw the wetness in her eyes. She wiped it away quickly, like she didn't want anyone to see. "After your sister is gone, Mamma will buy you the newest Ferrari. I'll take you to Milan for the fashion shows. And the Family's jewelry stores on Fifth Avenue, you always wanted those, right? Mamma will give them all to you."

I stood on the street corner for what felt like hours, finally gathering enough courage to attempt mind-linking with my sisters. Unsurprisingly, they had blocked my mental connection long ago. I sighed and pulled out my phone, calling my Alpha sister, Alexa. Twenty years as siblings should count for something. No matter how ugly things had become, we deserved one final meal together. She disconnected my calls repeatedly before finally shutting her phone off completely. I swallowed it down and dialed my Beta sister, Riley. This time, after an eternity of ringing, she deigned to answer, like she was granting me some grand favor.

I waved as I ran upstairs grabbing the hem of my dress as the screaming of my name become louder and louder the closer she got. "Hazel-" "I'm here," I said quickly appearing in the large dressing room where she was shuffling through clothes and a few expensive-looking fabrics were scattered all around the floor. My other five sisters, Isabella, Tiana, Ruby, Irene and Soni were all gathered in the massive room. Two maids were helping two of my sisters helping with their dresses. Soni was tightening her corset and Isabella was rubbing a tinted scent all over her face. A tall, pale skinned, with sharp blue eyes, and long braided blonde hair turned around and looked at me with her usual expressi

If he wanted the sisters to go up against him, he could disprove their claims and imprison them or kill them for being frauds. Akasha looked at me as if reading me like a book, before turning her attention back to my father and asking, “when and where?” with an air of confidence that floored me. My father, frowning, answered, “The sisters shall fight in two days' time at dawn, they will battle against each other, and the winner will face my highest guard Taoen.”

The other door was still closed while the walk in closet, which's directly on the opposite side of the king sized bed, was wide open. I walked in to the walk in closet. Without giving myself time to admire the size of the closet, I made a beeline for my suitcases. There were three large suitcases. Without opening them, I already knew that only two of them have my clothes in it, which is my entire wardrobe. The last one will contain my weapons. I opened the first suitcase and found dinner dresses and sundresses, which most of them belonged to my sister Elizabeth. A sad smile stretched my lips as I thought of her.