Alexander Dreymon Sister Novels & Stories

Alexander asked, surprised to see a girl he recognized in the house. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Yasmin, Casandra's sister. I recognize you because Mrs. Meri showed me a picture of you when you visited the hospital." Yasmin reached out her hand for a handshake with Alexander. Alexander remained puzzled about Yasmin's identity but still accepted her extended hand as his sister-in-law. "If you're Casandra's sister, you must know where she is now." "Casandra? Where is she? Isn't she..." "Lex, who is she? How can she say I'm snatching Yasmin from her? Who is this Yasmin, anyway? I don't even know her," grumbled Robert as he entered the house, clearly annoyed with someone.

"He was brilliant but cold. All work, no warmth. I saw what it did to my mother." "I used to write poetry in high school. Terrible, angsty poetry that I burned before anyone could read it." "I wanted to be a musician. Played guitar all through college. My grandmother hated it." "I can't swim. I nearly drowned when I was eight and I've been afraid of water ever since." "I have nightmares about my sister's accident. At least once a week." That last one made me stop. "Your sister?" Alexander's face went carefully blank. "I had a younger sister. Grace. She died in a car accident seven years ago. She was only nineteen."

"Noted, Sister Alexandria! I will never disappoint you. I will just update you from time to time about her. Drive safely and say hi for me to Mommy and Daddy, please. I love you, Sister..." Ma'am Alexandria just nodded quickly after Diether spoke before she finally got inside her car. I immediately held my hand in the tree from where I was hiding because my knees just suddenly weakened because of all that I just heard. Sister... Diether called Ma'am Alexandria "sister", so meaning to say they are... siblings?

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 tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

I said and turned around. “I'm only saying this because I haven't seen my brother for a few days too.” I turned around, looking confused. “Your brother?” “Alex, Victor's friend. He is married to Greta.” “Oh I'm sorry, you are Alex's sister?” “Other twin sisters. I haven't heard from her either, along with my parents. I went by the Reynolds house. Alex came out to talk to me but wouldn't let me in, he said some hurtful words to me.”

Leonus tried to run after her but Aleksandr stopped him. “No, let me handle her. I know why she ran there," saying that He jogged after his sister who was sobbing silently in the corner. "Dinara?" Aleksandr rested his hand to her shoulder and she stiffened. "I know you are hurt for what I did with Igor and Nikita but…" Dinara turned around and looked at him with her teary eyes. "I am your sister, right Bratan?" Aleksandr nodded. "Yes. Yes you are my sister, Dinara. I don't care what Igor or Nikita did. You will always be my sister."

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

"It would be silly of him to remain. He is a rogue. Though I doubt he was able to see his sister. Alpha Damien tells me she was a part of the recent tribute sent from their province." "His sister is here? Within the walls of this...." "Yes, Zayn. She is." Draekon interjected. "But clearly, we haven't met her." "What's her name?" Zayn asked. "Damien mentioned, but.... I guess I may have forgotten..." He trailed off, his forehead creasing into folds as he tried to remember the name of the girl in question. "Zen.... something." Realizing the entire situation was making Zayn so wound up, Draekon decided to change the topic.