Valentine Sisters の小説・ストーリー

Juliet said, trying to calm Aliyah down, but the latter was already on her feet, her annoyance boiling over in her. She stepped in front of Valerie, since both had heels on, they were both at same eyes level, “Now look here Valerie Malvern, I will overlook all what you've just said but let me warn you, don't ever in your entire miserable life mention Juliet's name again!” Aliyah fired. “Sister—” “Sister?!” Aliyah scoffed, irritation written all over her face. “Half sisters, step sisters that what we are. And Juliet has been more of a sister than you will ever be!”

"That's good. And Val got married? What's his wife like?" Semi-dozing, Summer told him all about her new sister-in-law Cora, a social worker who'd fallen in love with Valentine, the baby of the family and the computer geek for the Holiday Card Company. "Good things are happening then, darlin'. Glad to hear that ol' Holiday magic is still at work."

Ethan asked as he pulled her away from me like she was some ragdoll, unable to speak, Valentina glanced up at him. “That’s Norah and this is Nathan… they are my siblings.” She answered and just before she was about to proceed Norah interrupted her. “Half…” she corrected. “Half siblings.” “Yes,” Valentina agreed grimly. “They are my half-siblings.” “Norah what is wrong with you?” I asked as I grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Valentina’s reach, she looked very ready to attack her. We were talking just now and she was sad about hearing Valentina’s death, so why is she so aggressive all of a sudden? “Valentina, don’t take anything she says to heart, she has been on a bad mood.”

She added, finding my gaze again. "What happened?" I asked. "A tragedy, wiping off so many of my sisters." Valerie placed both her hands on the table. How she spoke told me she also had nightmares haunting her every awakening. I wish I could let her have the moment, but I had so many questions eager to be heard. "Sisters? Does that mean every one of the witches bearing that mark belongs to a coven? " My lips moved sharply. "Not a coven. We were more than that. We were the crystal witches of the ancient fortress. " Valerie paused, looking at me again as if expecting some kind of reaction.

He wraps an arm around me, pulling me tight to his side, "You could have called me to come get you." I scrunched my nose, "Your dad said you were dealing with an invasion." Valentine throws his head back and laughs. "Kind of! He considers it to be one" he smiles and shakes his head, "My dad isn't a fan of eccentricity. He thinks the people visiting us right now are too loud and eccentric” “Who?” I can’t help but to ask. Valentine grins, “Family of Ben and Courtney. Ben’s twin sister and her mate and then Courtney’s cousin from her dad’s side. They’re from Miami and have loud personalities.”

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

Someone even took advantage of the moment to tear at my clothes. Their curses echoed in my ears. "Mike, my sister Lucy is your fiancee. You must give her an explanation today!" "Lucy is a proper young lady! If you abandon her, I won't let you off!" "This must be the mistress. Look how fat she is—what's so special about her?" Mike shielded me with his body, his voice erupting in rage. "Shut up! All of you! Say another word, and I won't let this slide!"

"She was a menace." I looked at him. Damien Castellan had a sister named Valentina. This was a fact I had assembled from his corporate biography—one sister, younger, not involved in the business, kept largely private. I had the name and the age gap and nothing else, because Damien did not discuss his family in settings I had access to. "Did she beat you?" I said. "At Twister, always," he said, with the rueful certainty of a man who had accepted a specific defeat. "I am apparently very bad at Twister."

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."