Âme Sœur Novels & Stories

Tu vas leur dire à qui ils ont affaire. Il plisse les yeux. — Que voulez-vous dire par là ? — Elle est MA SŒUR , MA PETITE SŒUR CHÉRIE . PERSONNE NE DOIT LUI FAIRE DU MAL . Il hoche lentement la tête. C’est une carte que je n’ai jamais voulu abattre. Une bombe cachée sous le tapis depuis des années. Parce que ce nom est plus qu’une famille. C’est un empire. Un héritage fait de diamants et de cendres.

I said. She looked at me. "I've known for a while," I said. "I just haven't said it back yet." She was very still. "Aurora," I said. "Yes." "You are the sister I chose," I said. "Not in the complicated way. In the simple, complete way." I held her gaze. "Tomorrow you stand beside me in the ceremony. Not behind me, not watching from the courtyard, beside me, because that is where you have been from the beginning and that is where you will be."

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Amelie, with a doubtful expression, questioned Nathan's assertion, "What do you mean that I may be your sister? I don't think we are related in any way, Mr. Nathan." Nathan, maintaining sincerity in his gaze, assured her, "I won't lie, Miss Amelie," and proceeded to unveil the story of his lost sister, Yvette. He narrated the heart-wrenching tale of losing Yvette at a young age in a park and how, despite relentless efforts, they couldn't locate her. Nathan explained how a friend had later shown him a picture from the Senator's birthday party, revealing a striking resemblance between Amelie and his missing sister, as well as his mother. Since that moment, Nathan confessed, he had been on an u

The weight of my disrespectful words caused me to lower my head in shame, fully aware of the offense I had committed. Wait, how did my mother discover my true identity? As I glanced up at her, I noticed her tenderly caressing my sister's ashes, a clear indication that she held knowledge beyond my imagination. The tears that once ceased resumed their flow, mirroring the pain evident in my mother's eyes as she cradled the remains of my beloved sister.

She looked up as we entered, her eyes still red-rimmed from crying but clearer than they'd been in days. "Maman." Then, seeing Margaret: "Who's that?" "This is your Aunt Margaret," I said carefully. "Your papa's sister." Amélie studied Margaret with that unfiltered assessment children excel at. "You look like him." "You do too," Margaret said, her voice softer than I'd heard it. She moved closer, crouching down to Amélie's level. "You have his smile. His dimples." "Everyone says that." Amélie touched her cheeks where the dimples would appear. "Do you miss him?"

I nod and say to her. “Yes, I clearly remember her now. And honestly, I'd rather forget that she ever stepped foot in my agency. Oh my, you two don't even look alike.” Amanda states with a frown and a detest in her eyes and voice. “Why? What happened?” Grace quickly asks, seeming interested in some gossip. “Well, yes, we don't look alike. My sister resembles more my mom's side. Did my sister do something wrong, Amanda?” I ask.

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

Amaya immediately began to tear up. “You can't remember me, Damien?"Amaya asked as she slowly walked towards Damien who shook his head... " I'm your kid sister, your cupcake, your kiddo. How could you let go of our childhood, Damien? I'm hurt" Amaya hugged her sitting brother with her big stomach. "Man, are you serious right now? you can't remember us or…