webnovel

Destined To Love you

ไซไฟ
Ongoing · 19.1K Views
  • 9 Chs
    Content
  • ratings
  • N/A
    SUPPORT
Synopsis

When we were young, we promised to each other that we would get married when we both grew up. I was 11 years old then he was 14. Before they left, that was our promise to each other.But before they could leave the country, an incident occurred.They were hit by a car and he was in the worst condition and as a result he lost his memory. After a few years, his memory gradually returned.And you know what hurts? He thought that the person he had promised to marry before was my sister.And I know my sister likes him.So my sister pretended to be the one he promised to marry. It hurts so much on my part, but I can't do anything.I have to accept that I am no longer the woman he promised to marry, but my sister. But what if one day all his memory returned?what will happen? Will she sacrifice her own happiness and the man she loves for her sister or will she fight and take him back? If you want to know what will happen next, read this story.

Chapter 1Author's Thought

𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦: 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

I am just a simple woman, with long hair and pointed nose. My height is just right, as is my body. The color of my eyes is Hazel green. I am half Filipino and half british. I am 17 now. And I am Zariah Ember Veenciavior

(vinsyabwa).

I have a sister and she is Addison Veenciavior. She was a year ahead of me. So she is 18 years old now. She is beautiful in fact, her hair is short and curly. The two of us have been very close since childhood but all of that disappeared like a bubble because of what happened.

I hate her because she pretended to be me just to get the man she loves who I love too.

I hate her but it is still undeniable that she is my sister so I should love her as my sister.

Will my sister and I still get along well despite our dispute?

.....

We'll see on the next page

You May Also Like

(UNORTHODOX SERIES #1) FUME OF METAL

Life itself is mesmerizing. It holds the power to bloom or to wither. They say every breath counts. Every heartbeat is important. Every second is precious. To put it simply into words, our lives are significant. Valuable they say. Because as time passes, our lives,moments,memories and feelings get drifted along the clock. It ticks, it ticks and it ticks. Showing the definite truth that nothing stays the same,though admittedly scary, it is certain. Nothing can be rewind. Not the time. Not the moments. Not the remnants of happiness, anger, guilt, sorrow and pure ecstasy neither pure misery. Life can never go on and on and on. And unlike the ticking clock, life eventually stops. At this point, when the end of all comes, why life is valuable when we can't enjoy it forever. Where the pleasure of breathing and feeling the air enter your nose and giving out a heavy sigh and feeling the light air brushing on your hair just stops. We can't enjoy it again. Life stops. Death comes. What happens after? Do we get to feel the air again? Do we get to feel our heartbeat go from a normal throb to palpitation? Do we get to experience life just like before but only now,dead ,cold and life less? The irony.I can't even define what life is. Is it breathing? It it being physically visible? Is it having emotions? Life is an enigma. An unknown known state. Do we get to value life just like how we see it when we were alive versus when we were dead? Is the difference even that evident? Does life exist when we are dead? Does life have a long lasting value when in the very beginning, we can never measure something that can never be quantified. The morning rays hit my skin. The smell of rotten metal lingered into my nose. It was foreign but at the same time unlikely pleasant, to see,to smell, to feel the flesh brushing my bare skin and the blood cascading down my forehead,my nose my hands. Feeling its softness and its tender and cold touch. It relaxes my soul like no any other. Its beautiful brown hair,down to her cute nose and soft lips,down to her still beating heart . It was majestic to see life in its truest form. In the most alive state I could ever imagine. A beating flesh of life seemingly staring at me face to face and then, the beat of what's in front of me gradually stops. Tsskk. It hasn't even been a minute. Oh well! I'll just get another one to play with. It's a moral I can say. As my character evolved and so are my beliefs and values in life. Funny how LIFE works, yesterday I was questioning the value of life but today,the next thing I knew, I was ending lives to see its value.

DOCkguine · ไซไฟ
Not enough ratings
5 Chs

ratings

  • Overall Rate
  • Writing Quality
  • Updating Stability
  • Story Development
  • Character Design
  • world background
Reviews
WoW! You would be the first reviewer if you leave your reviews right now!

SUPPORT