Âme Sœur の小説・ストーリー

I taunted. "Luna, I cannot breathe." "It's Camille Dumont. My sister." I chuckled. "My dead sister is alive and well. Back to take all my hard work for herself." I finally let her go. When I released my grip on Amity's throat, she stumbled backwards, gasping for air and clutching her neck. Her eyes widened in disbelief, mirroring the shock coursing through her. "I... I don't understand," she stammered, her voice shaky and strained.

she yelled as she tapped the hand of the man who was gripping tightly on Amelie's arm and pulled her to her side. "A-Amber, I-I'll fix this. D-Don't worry about this..." Amelie said to her with her eyes brimming with tears. "Huh? But these guys are hurting you. What is really happening here? And who are you?" she turned to the men again. "Are you her sister?" Amber nodded her head. "That's right. What do you want from us?" "If you are her sister, then you probably know about her debt?" "D-Debt? W-What debt are you talking about?" Amber shifted her gaze to Amelie. "Amelie, what is he talking about? What debt?"

I murmur as I continue on my quest to cease her existence. “Don’t forget your sister, Amelie,” she gasps out. I stop the pressure on her throat feeling nauseous. “What?” I demand of her. She smirks, “You have a baby sister Amelie. She is like you, only she is suffering with her injections,” she says as spit dribbles out the side of her mouth.

“Even now, he still calls for Selene. Even now, in his last moments, he refuses to acknowledge you.” Something inside Lyra finally snapped. Her voice came out sharper than she intended. “You think I don’t know that? You think I haven’t spent ten years being reminded that I destroyed this family?” Cassian froze for half a second, then his anger surged again. “You slept with your sister’s future mate!” “I didn’t seduce him!” Lyra’s voice echoed down the corridor before she could stop it. Several guards turned their heads. She didn’t care. Her throat tightened painfully as years of silence pressed against her chest.

One of the rogues snarled behind me while I was axing wood, his voice slicing through the air. I turned, and there, I saw my sister struggling, her arms shaking as she tried to carry a bucket of water for their bath. I could feel my hands clench around the axe I was holding. Should I stab him with it? The thought crossed my mind, yet all I did was toss it and leave what I was doing to help my sister.

MA VIE UNE IDÉE ORIGINALE DE L'ÉCRIVAIN POÈTE JUDI LE ROMANTIQUE PLUME. 🔰GOD'INSPIRATION🔰 PARTIE 5️⃣ Abonne toi ici 👇 Aïcha : sérieux ? Tu ne blagues pas j'espère Moi: Pourquoi vais-je blaguer Aïcha : Oh non je ne doute pas de toi seulement que ça m'étonne vraiment. Alors sache rester sur tes gardes. Moi: D'accord ma sœur. Alors comment évolue les choses au village là-bas ???

I turned. "Your sister was lucky to have you." The words hit me like a fist. I nodded, not trusting my voice, and walked out

Refusing to be an ass, he let go of my hands and quickly took Samantha’s in a firm shake. “In the flesh.” He revealed his dazzling lady smile that had me rolling my eyes heavenward. What a traitor. He was going to pay for this. “I am Samantha.” She smiled dearly at him, “Of course, the Undead Sister.” He added up causing Samantha to cackle up. I wish I shared her sense of humor. And notice the sarcasm. “Right. Sounds like fantasy.” She accompanied her words with a little giggle before looking at me.

And she begs me for help as I hold a gun in my hands, pointing it right at her. "Un legame di sorella ci lega per parola, sangue e anima," she calls to me, reminiscent of the words our father chanted at us in that dark room. A sister bond binds us by word, blood and soul. A sister bond binds us by word, blood and soul.

Frejas happiness! "Soleil !" I shake her limp body lightly. "Soleil, wake up !" My sister's eyelids tremble, then she sits up with a gasp. "Shit !" Soleil shakes her head and moans. "I have used all my seiðr”. “Do you have the strength to open your mind ? I'll cover you in the meantime”.