You Are Mine, Little Sister の小説・ストーリー

His eyes seemed to cloud over with memories, "She has been with Kira ever since." *My little sister* Whisper told me, her tiny voice barely above a whisper, as a tear glistened in her golden eyes. When it fell into my hand, it turned into a diamond, and I felt a surge of sadness. I went upstairs and placed it in my music box, gentle reverence. "I'm so sorry, Whisper, I promise to keep you safe always!" I said, my voice filled with heartfelt sincerity.

she looked away , which made me smirk at how nervous I make her Suddenly i hear my name on the microphone, it 's dean Williams asking me to give a little speech . I walk over to the stage leaving Anna with a smirk and grab the microphone, i give away the little speech , introducing myself and how glad I was to be here , and then I get down , the music starts playing , all the guys and girls start dancing with each other , and i notice Anna standing in a corner on her phone , i walk towards her and ask her to dance "Would you like to dance with me . " I ask her She hesitates before answering me , and then she agrees . I could tell I was already affecting her too

“I’m sorry, I startled you”, Alex said,” I’m Alex, Damian’s friend”, he said putting out his palm for a handshake.” I don’t know my name, yet “, Bianca said, putting her palm on his gently.” I heard from Damian, you lost your memories”, Alex said,” I can’t believe it sometimes, it feels like I never even existed until now and it’s frustrating sometimes “, Bianca replied removing her palm from Alex’s hand to express her emotions. Alex felt empty when she withdrew her palm and he was surprised he craved the warmness.” Take my jacket, it’ll keep you warm, you’re shivering “, Alex said as he removed his jacket and handed it to her.”You’ll be safe here with Damian at least, you don’t have to worr

He leaned in close, and I could see his eyes flashing as he struggled to control himself. "Girl, I want you to know that, once again, we are not done. If you think this is the end you are sadly mistaken. I'm not sure what the hell gave you the impression that I got my fill of you or that I would let you walk away without a fight, but you are dead wrong. You are just lucky I do not have the time to properly punish you right now. So, let me explain it to you this way and I hope the message sinks in this time," he said very quietly as he leaned even further in so his whole face filled my entire vision. "YOU...ARE... MINE," he growled out and I felt each word hitting me like a blow to the gut.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

"When?" she whispered, her breath shivering across his chest, making his flat nipple harden. He understood. "When you were six." "What?" Allie gasped, her eyes flying up to his. "But you would only have been sixteen then." "You've always been mine in some form, Allie. Back then, you were like a precious little sister. As you grew, though, I knew I wanted you. By the time you were fourteen I knew. I also knew it was wrong to go after a girl that young, so I treated you like a sister and beat the shit out of anyone else that even looked at you."

Finally, the old engine sputtered and died as I stepped out of the hot, smoking mess. It took me less than a minute to get inside, climb the rugged stairs and come face to face with my dearest little sister, who had a not-too-deary look on her face. "What are you doing here?" She sassed as she walked away from me. I walked into the baby pink room and shut the door behind me. "I came here to pay a visit to my baby sister." She hissed. "Baby sister? You mean the one you're keeping prisoner." I shook my head. "C'mon, don't say that."

“Yes. Celeste. She’s my little sister.” What?! Celeste… was Justin’s sister?

a subtle hint of longing in his tone. *My little sister* Whisper told me, her tiny voice barely above a whisper, as a tear glistened in her golden eyes. When it fell into my hand, it turned into a diamond, and I felt a surge of sadness. I went upstairs and placed it in my music box, gentle reverence. "I'm so sorry, Whisper, I promise to keep you safe always!" I promised her, my voice filled with heartfelt sincerity.

I was hearing my sister. “Aria?” She begged once more. I brought my fist away and cleared my throat so that she wouldn’t understand that I was crying. “Little fairy.” My voice broke down and so did I. My sister’s life was in danger. “How’re you, little fairy?” ***