روايات وقصص ضمن Who Is Black Widow's Sister

“I only know that getting pregnant by Remiel ruined her chances to be Queen and allowed Eve to become Lucifer’s baby mama.” “The story runs deeper than that I’m afraid.” The center woman breathes out heavily, her eyes meeting with Levi’s beside me. Levi nods his head in confirmation. “You may tell Jamari what you know about that night Clotho.” Clotho, so the woman that is currently wearing their shared eyes is the sister Clotho. That means that the other two women are Atropos and Lachesis, but who is who I have no idea. My eyes move back and forth between the two sisters.

Twenty-two years of careful planning, all unraveled because Ava couldn't accept her place in the hierarchy. My sister Katya had been destroyed by powerful men who thought they were untouchable. I'd spent two decades building an operation that proved no one was untouchable. That the powerful could be brought low. That women discarded as inconvenient could become instruments of revenge and profit. Three billion dollars annually. Fourteen countries. Thousands of women disappeared, repackaged, and sold to the highest bidder. It was beautiful in its efficiency. And the Blackstone family had destroyed it all. Richard Blackstone had killed my sister. So I'd planned to destroy his son and heir. But

I looked behind her and saw the man I had knocked down earlier had now also knocked down because Hiro had shot him. "E-elythrea .." I whispered. Tears started to fall in my eyes. It keeps flowing like a river. It never ends. "P-please ... I will bring y-you to the h-hospital. Don't leave me. I can't live without my sister." She's my true half sister and not Cassidy. I already search an information about her life and I found out that she's the hidden daughter of Bernard Wicnhester. My half sister. "S-sister?" I nodded. "H-how come?" She added.

It kept speaking. “He left after arguing. I cried all night. I will raise the second child alone. No one must know.” Olivia put the book down and covered her face. Jessica. Her enemy. Her rival. The woman who hated her. The woman whose soul tried to devour Ethan. The Widow’s chosen host. Her sister. A sister none of them knew existed. Her blood. Her flesh. Her mirror. She whispered it out loud because silence made it worse, “She’s my sister.” The words felt wrong in her mouth. Sharp. Poisonous.

Her face twisted into an ugly shape as she looked at me with anger boiling in her eyes. "Both my mom and your mother had the same privileges of getting a mate but your mother fled with a Fairy she loved rejecting her true mate. You know because of your mother my mother's mate was forced to reject her. Do you know who your mom rejected, He was the Alpha of the Black hunters, His name was Alfred. He was a Black Panther, the previous Alpha of your friends here. He forced my mother's mate to reject her and to never accept any mate from our family. Because of your mother, my mother lost the prestige of being a mate of the black panter who belongs to the power pack." Venom was dripping from her fa

your sister, how could we p**son her" " You're still feigning ignorance " Venom seethed " My sister's name is Raven, the same girl you p**soned at the arena" Olivia staggered backwards in shock, if his sister was Raven, then it meant he was Remy Smith, the eldest master of the smith family who was recorded missing years ago. The Howards continued trembling in fright, they had offended the smith's, the Kingston's and now they had even offended the leader and vice-commander of the undead, there was no escape this time around.

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.

“But… what about them? They seemed so upset just now. If they find out—” “Let them.” Beatrice’s voice turns cold. “They’ve meddled long enough. None of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for that woman and her child.” I freeze. That woman? Her child? “Madam Blackwood…” Hannah’s voice trembles. “She’s still my sister.” “Your sister,” Beatrice repeats, almost scoffing. “But you, at least, have given this family something they can be proud of.” Something scrapes lightly against the desk inside, and I miss a few words. Then—

"And you're coming home with me tonight." To my shock, she didn't cower. Instead, she straightened her spine and pushed back with an Alpha aura that matched my own in intensity. "I belong to no one," she said coldly, her eyes flashing gold. "Especially not a man who saw our bond as nothing but a 'cruel joke.'" Only one bloodline could produce a female with that kind of power... "You're a Blackwood," I breathed, the pieces suddenly falling into place. "Alexander's sister—Lyra！"