Âme Sœur Novels & Stories

"What do you want? Why did you bring us here." Amara's smile widens. "We want you." Silence settles over the room. She says something that completely catches me off guard. "You are our sister." I blink. "What?" That doesn't make sense. I never heard of my mom telling me that I had more siblings other than Ezra. Nor do I remember any cousins who look like them. As if reading my thoughts, a quiet laugh escapes Amara. "Not by blood." She places a hand over her own heart. "By soul."

The lady asked again. She placed her purse on the table and sat down on the only empty chair available. "His date," she blurted again, "I- I mean his sister," April said and Iver snickered in amusement. "What a coincidence!" she said with no enthusiasm, "I'm his sister too, his blood-related sister to be exact," the lady said saucily. "Oh," April uttered, completely speechless. "I'm relieved now. I had initially thought that his pretend family had arranged a bride for him without our knowledge," The lady said, gave them a disgusted look, picked up her purse, stood up and walked away.

However, in secret, she framed me repeatedly, deliberately hurting herself to make others think I was jealous. I cherished our sisterly bond and gave in to her every time, thinking that if I showed genuine care, they would eventually see who I really was. Despite this, in my previous life, even until the moment I died, I never received the recognition I deserved.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ Âme sœur ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ

If Caramel was not my sister, I would have had my way multiple times, and there would have been nothing that would stop me. "You do? But why?" He seemed to find my response unbelievable. I placed one hand on his lap. "Look Justine," I began. It took so much not to concentrate on touching him in that way. "I've known you for as long as it seems right, and I can almost say that I trust every word you have to say." I assured him. I wished that my hand against him could cause his body to act in reaction. "Caramel is my sister and I know the right way to get in her head, all you have to do is trust me." I said, pulling away even though it took a lot of muscle awakening.

argumente Hendrick convaincant. -Comme on dit mieux vaut être seul que d'être mal accompagné. réplique Léa froidement. -Sur ce point il a raison Léa, je serai au travail et tu ne pourras pas rester seule dans ton état. lui concède Rachel en ignorant les propos de sa cousine. -Et à la maison il y aura ma soeur, les servantes Sophie qui t'aime bien... -Et aussi ta mère. lui coupe la jeune femme les yeux remplis de colère.

She froze, her lips pressed tight, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Serenya’s voice cut through the stillness, cold and sharp. “Say it. Or I will.” Amaiya’s shoulders sagged, her composure shattering. She looked at me, at Logan, at the pale woman and then at Serenya, her eyes filling with resignation. “She is my sister,” Amaiya whispered. Her voice cracked, but the words carried. “Serenya is my half-sister. We share a father.” The world seemed to tilt again. The screams and all of it blurred around me.

Bisous chéri, Je t'aime ! Moi : Je t'ai….. Elle avait déjà raccroché. J'expire une énième fois. Faire ce que mon cœur me dit ! Je n'ai aucune idée de ce que mon cœur me dit. Tante Savita est la sœur de ma mère. Ma mère est morte en me donnant la vie. Mon père, un irresponsable, s'est enfui. Elle a été la seule qui a voulu de moi. Elle a été la seule qui m'a élevé.