Naruto Sister 소설 & 이야기

Her build was kind of like my younger sister, Lilly, although she was skinny, rather than lithe or toned. The last time we'd met up, at Lilly's birthday party, Nita had given me her number. We texted a few times, but mostly it went nowhere. Now I was regretting the lost opportunity. With her deep brown eyes and wicked smirk, Nita was very much in my crush category. All the sibling masturbation sessions couldn't quench that fire. Nita walked over and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. I looked immediately at Zara, waiting for the jealous monster to leap out from her lips, but instead my older step sister just grinned at me. Like she knew a really good secret.

“Thank you. You're charming, you sure she's your sister?” “Just about as sure I am about your spouse being for everyone.” I shoot back, not indulging her joke. Xena, the only one that seems to have a functioning brain laughs, her eyes twinkling with something I don't have enough time to read into. Scarlett rolls her eyes, “Can I steal you away a moment? Girls keep our Aurora's sister company.” she says to Xena who nods. I step away with her, only because I know if her friends try to be mean, my sister can home her own. “Need something?”

The tree she rested her back against provided the much needed shade, she had been here a couple of minutes before she sighted her younger sister running up the small hill to meet her. Ever since before she left Qeorin, she and her sister had promised to meet here on a certain day of every month for Syrana would not step into Astaroth because she had a strong dislike for Khiones developing relationship with outsiders, most especially relationships with a person from Astaroth and according to her, her sister Naphtalia had done worse. “And you look good too, Syrana.” Naphtalia replied when she was close enough to her. “Still into being a warrior I see.” She added when she noticed her sister wit

My mother immediately begins planning and assuming that I am the unfortunate one, destined to bring nothing but bad luck to our family. Meanwhile, my sister Nichole is the center of attention and affection from our mother. She is being trained and prepared meticulously to become the next Luna warrior, while I yearn for a sense of belonging and can't help but feel envious of her privileged position. Unfortunately, I have become my mother's servant, responsible for household chores and catering to my sister's every need. Each night, I go to bed hungry and bruised, enduring physical abuse from both my mother and sister. This life is a constant battle, and I desperately crave a change.

(Ariana POV) I’m not even sure what happen. One moment I was feeling like I was being rejected by Sephiroth, then running into a tall guy with jet black hair, grey eyes, and a very dark complexion. Not long later I feel a sharp pain in my neck and then nothing but darkness. As I was waking up, I can hear Sephiroth talking to some guy that I’m getting the feeling is his brother, but what I’m not understanding if I’m hearing right that I’m their sister. How can that be? How can I be their sister? I can see they are both in a deep conversation together, so I decide it be best to try and seek out of here. “Where do you think you’re going Ariana?”

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

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!

I cut him off with a loud slap. "Is that really all you see my sister for? You have no intentions to make things right or care about her feelings." I widened my eyes and tried to catch my breath, yanking on my hair and panicking "she's going to tell my parents, fuck my life is over, what the fuck am I going to do?" "Calm down," Daniel didn't seem the least phased. If anything he looked relieved. Maybe he could find a new partner but I couldn't find a new sister. I didn't care about his feelings right now, all I needed to know what if my sister was doing all right.

He stood alongside my sister, Lily, and a few pack warriors, craning his neck to peer toward the VIP pathway. “Eric, isn’t that Selena? She’s actually alive?” Eric whipped around. For a split second, he looked as if he wanted to reach out and pull me into an embrace, but his eyes caught Lily standing right behind him, and his movement came to a jarring halt. “I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t die in the ocean that easily.”