Oliver Queen Sister Novels & Stories

Jasmine whined and pressed against my leg again. “Do you not recognize her?” Syrenthia asked. Her voice curled like frost on glass. “Your sister.” My knees nearly buckled. Mavis. A rush of air swirled around me, and though I could not see, I knew. The presence was unmistakable, even cloaked in silence. Memories of laughter, of shared secrets, of bitter fights and unspoken forgiveness; all of them hit me like shards of ice. I reached out with trembling fingers. My hands touched something solid, unyielding. Smooth and terribly cold. Ice.

"I loved how bold and daring her wolf is, she seemed fearless." "I think she's the Luna sister." The flower pot girl replied. "No she isn't." "Why did you say so?" "Mother told me that the queen has no sisters, she's the only sister of the Lycan King." The friend stopped, "The Lycan King? That ruthless King?" "Hush!" She slammed her hand over her friend's mouth, "do you want to get killed by him?" "How can it be possible? They are two opposite characters." The friend somehow freed her mouth.

I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time. "What are you talking about? This is not even half the people I want to invite, I don't know what you're talking about but this is probably as small as a small and private wedding will go for me." "It's cute." "Hey!" She called on top of her voice, stalling in the direction of a different group of stylists. "This is my sister, treat her as a priority." "Yes ma'am." They called back in response. A team swooned me and settled me in a chair. "What would you like for your hair?" One of them asked me.

But that rule does not apply to her when it came to her sister, the queen. "There's nothing you'll say that'll make me knock before entering your room, my queen." Ellie shot back at the queen. Remembering that she had not closed the door, she closed it. "Moreover, I'm here now, you don't expect me to go out and wait outside, right?" Queen Elara was taken by surprise. She stared at Ellie with an incredulous glare. "Remember, you're speaking to the queen." "Who happens to be my sister? Perhaps you should tell them to throw me out whenever they see me coming because I won't stop coming like this," Ellie replied, striding into the room and sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Luna! Do you know that Miss Lyrie is the queen of all werewolves?” I looked down at the little pup pulling on my leg with the biggest of smiles on her face. I smiled back at her before reaching down and lifting her into my arms. “Is that so?” I asked, tickling the little girl a little, causing her to giggle. She nodded and pointed toward my blonde sister who was now sitting in a circle of children and reading them a book. “Yes, see, there she is now. Is she your sister? Does that mean you’re a queen too?” She asked excitedly.

I tried once, but it only ended in heartbreak and sorrow. "You can't possibly be serious, Olivia; you're almost thirty. You should be thinking about settling down and not dilly-dallying away your time chasing a dream that'll never happen. I mean, just take a look at your sister," and there it was. The comparison. Ever since I was little, it was always, 'Why can't you be more like your sister?' or 'Kathrine did this; why don't you learn from her.' you would think that Kathrine was some type of faultless goddess, the way she spoke about her. my jaw clenched, and I tried my best to remain unaffected by her words.

It’s a gamble to speak out of turn in the Court, but to me, the Queen is making a lot of accusations without anything to back it up. A hush falls over the room, quieting the whispers that rippled around the room while the King and Queen had gone back and forth with the Prince. “You are the sister of the disgraced fake mate that brought my son into a scandal, are you not?” His tone is cold and unforgiving, but I can’t let that stop me from doing my job and getting us out of here unscathed.

"Ella, don't frame me like that! Even if I had heavenly powers, I couldn't change your baby's eye color. In the end, it was your own foolishness—and now you've dragged the entire Witches' Covenant into disgrace!" My sister nearly fainted with fury. She had endured pregnancy and unspeakable suffering, all for the chance to become queen after giving birth. Now her dream was shattered, her scandal laid bare before the world. Seeing the murderous intent blazing in the prince's eyes, she dropped to her knees. "For the sake of what we once shared… please, let me go!" If she were still the enchanting beauty she once was, the prince might have wavered. But the withered creature before him now made h

The window slowly rolled down, revealing the person in the driver’s seat. The man inside looked familiar. With a gentle smile on his face, he adjusted the silver-rimmed glasses perched on his high, straight nose and said cheerfully, “May I be of service to such a beautiful young lady… Sarah?” Sarah’s expression shifted from curiosity to surprise, then bewilderment, and finally to sheer elation. “You’re… you’re Brother Leon?” The man in the car nodded and smiled. Unsurprisingly, it was Leon Hartwell. Sarah got into the car and couldn’t help but reminisce about the past.