روايات وقصص ضمن Who Is Black Widow's Sister

A calm, measured voice with a kind of confidence that came from having nothing to prove. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Ms. Hart.” Izzy stiffened. “Who is this?” “Vivienne Dane.” The name sent a shiver down her spine. “You don’t know me,” the woman continued, “but you know my sister. Or at least, her memory. Lila Blackwood.” Izzy’s heart sank. “I…..I didn’t know she had any family,” she said. “That’s the problem with grief,” Vivienne said smoothly. “People forget the ones left behind.”

she said in a voice that didn't sound like hers. I almost chuckled. I proceeded to tell her why exactly I couldn't leave her in that position, even though I knew deep down that she was capable. She looked broken. I wanted to enjoy her misery, but I couldn't. I shrugged it off and walked out, but not before making sure I stripped her of that control she didn't know she had. I left there and went back to Stone Holdings. I buried myself in work until I got a reminder from my calendar. Isabel's birthday was coming soon.

“I hate that fucking man, too. Maybe you can do me a favor and kill him, then you can take the girl. He almost took down the plane carrying Braddson’s nephew, right?” “I will take the girl with or without a favor, Vasilyev. Braddson’s nephew is my sister’s husband.” “Your what?” He chuckled. “I’m confused.” “I have another sister. Half-sister who is married to Braddson’s nephew.” “The sister you tried to protect?” “Yes.”

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.

“That blasted bitch cast me out! Stripped me of my wolf and made me nothing more than what you see before you.” “You were a Werewolf?!” I ask, shocked. “Yes and I refused the mates my older sister sent my way. I am practically mortal now,” she hisses. “But I have my magic and I can destroy you!” A flash of the small black figure and a scream is all I see before I am shaken awake and trembling in the arms of three very worried mates. “The-the witch! The moon goddess’s younger sister!” I gasp as my eyes grow wide.

She ignored my yelling and looked at me like she has seen a ghost. "Vera, do you know who is she?" "Wife of Italian Mafia..." I did my research last night. "No! She is the soon to be queen of Italian Mafia... Wife of Dominick Moretti aka Marino who is psycho Bastard... And daughter in law of Italian Mafia king who is Lucifer himself..." Okay, she is scaring me now. "And this family rules Italy... And hates Vladimir..." "You think I don't know about it..." I sighed. "But we can't change the fact... She is Vlad's sister..."

He seemed proud of himself. “Night Star, meet Seth Powell. You know him by Alfred. The gang leader of Blood Hounds.” He paused as though he wanted me to digest that first. Then he went on to the female. “This is Black Lily. Her real name is Luciana and this will shock you the most, she’s your long lost twin sister.”

He pecked it before straightening, his blue eyes lingering on me for a second before he turned away. I watched his retreating back disappear down the hall. I had barely taken a sip of my wine when someone stopped beside me. "So..." I turned. A tall, slim woman stood beside me, a child clinging to her arm. Her black hair was pulled into a neat bun, her black eyes calm. I wouldn't have recognized her if I hadn't looked through the family's files a week ago. Alicia Blackwood. Dominic's sister. "You're Anastasia," she said.

The sound of stone grinding against each other in a low rumble echoed off the hallway and finally, we were able to push the pillar a way, showing the figure of a bloodied woman. Without a second thought, I quickly reached out to hold her hand, and helped her out. That was when I recognized her to be the woman who had kept a pistol in her thighs earlier. When James saw the woman, he exclaimed, “It's you?” “Do you know her?” I asked quietly, and he nodded. “Yes. She is a sister to the leader of the black vipers.” He replied without looking at me. “Black vipers? Are they the Italians?” This time, it was not James who replied, but the woman.

she says. "We could have died!" "And we didn't. I kept you floating, didn't I? Long enough for that she-wolf to find us." "That she-wolf is the sister of Damon Blackwater. We are in the backwater pack, do you understand that?" "Hmm." "What is wrong with you?" "Let's go for a run." "No!" "Please. Think of it this way: the sooner we heal, the sooner we can leave." It is a good idea. But...