The Testament Of Sister New Devil นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Someone answered harshly, “How else should I explain, Ar? Barbara's memory has been stolen by a devil who previously wanted to control her. That old granny, that broken-faced granny that Barbara keeps telling us about, she's the devil's underling!” My hands are shaking. What are they talking about, devil? What devil? Linda who said she was my mother said in a trembling voice, “How can you be sure of that?” The man answered again in his voice that never softened, “What do you think we have been doing during these two days, Madame? As a result of our efforts to retrieve your daughter's soul, we had to lose one of our brothers!” There was a loud banging on the table. I twitched in surprise and

Right now as I watch this little show I am conflicted between wanting to slap my sister and shouting I told you so. Azaelyth looks between us all mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish. Her eyes land on me and I tilt my head to the side, she looks away then down at her hands. I watch as her shoulders droop, oh she is good, I think as I watch my sister go to comfort her. “I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable” My stupid sister says as she rubs her back. The she-devil looks up at my sister with tears in her eyes, this bitch is so fucking good.

“Oh, Taylor is here. I’m going to have my O-therapy. You? Up to you! But if I were you, I’d listen to your little deviant thoughts. Bye! Love you, Sis!” Inner Devil: ‘She said “join him in the shower.” That’s a direct command from the sisterhood of sin. We have clearance.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Your sister is off to O-therapy. You? Still wrapped in a blanket of regrets.’ Inner Devil: ‘Stand up, Freya. Take your future into your own hands.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Shower sex: Because nothing says love like slipping, sliding, and questionable grip strength.’ Inner Devil: ‘Picture Titanic—except it’s not just a handprint. It’s your whole body fogging up the glass, your boobs smushed like pancakes, while Kenn

“I clothed you. Raised you. And this is how you repay me? By turning against your own sister?” Sister. I glanced at Vivian. Who was watching me like a cat about to pounce on her prey. The smirk on her lips didn’t go unnoticed. “She’s not my sister,” I said quietly. “She’s the devil you let in, who’s out to destroy me.” Something changed in the air. Her mother’s mouth pressed into a line. Her father, silent all this time, finally shifted his expression furrowed brows, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

The doctor continued on to fetch her helpers. Slipping into the examination room, she found Louella lying peacefully on the table. Hearing someone enter, Louella rolled her head to the side and slowly opened her eyes. “Well, if it isn’t my long lost crazy sister,” she said lazily. “How’d you manage to escape the witch burning?” “You and I both know that we’re not true sisters,” Davina said. She was surprised at the amount of anger and hate she suddenly felt. “So, you also know that I’m a powerful witch.”

Ezekiel's eyes widened in shock, and Rebecca quickly stepped between us. With an aggrieved tone, she said, "Maisie, if you don't want to, that's fine. Don't make things harder for Ezekiel. I'll go to the hospital right now and end the pregnancy!" Her tone was so determined that Ezekiel immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. However, the look he gave me was cold enough to send chills down my spine. "Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!"

I’m all this all because of my sister, I need to make sure I had a lot of evidence against Damian , while still making sure he doesn’t have any idea of what I was cooking up. My sister deserved better I thought. We walked past through most of the building rooms in the building, the sit out were all furnished with their anesthetic which were pleasing to the eyes. That’s a lot of work they put in here. Damian remained silent for a long period of time and only tried to draw me closer to him while we walked.

Dominic Sokolov was already dead; he just hadn’t realized it yet. The bastard had murdered my sister in cold blood because she "knew too much." At least, that’s what her diary said. Reading it, it was painfully clear she’d known the end was coming. She’d scrawled his name over and over, maybe hoping someone else would find it, maybe the police would intervene, but I got my hands on it first.

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss