American Dad Francine's Sister Novels & Stories

“I know it’s your first time here and you’d never saw him before, but, please, don’t let him upset you. I wish you could’ve witnessed his delight and satisfaction when he learned of your engagement. My brother is thirty-three and this news filled us all with happiness. We were beginning to fear that he would never marry.” “When did Christophe last saw your father? I’m asking because he doesn’t talk much about you… his family,” Lara added hurriedly, fearful that she had made a slip. But his sister’s plump face merely looked sad and resigned. “Oh… I guess more than nine years ago. Of course, I’ve always kept in touch with my brother. I would say I was going shopping and we would meet up in Mia

But I also came here because of what I saw in the media and the fact that my mom's company was surrounded with different reporters which made me unable to go there. "Has he eaten anything?" "Mom! Why don't you have a sister?" I was shocked. Franklin's question was out of the blue and it threw me off guard. "W....what do you mean?" My question was directed to Franklin but my eyes never left Alex's. There had to be a reason why Franklin mentioned a sister and the reason has to be none other than the person avoiding my eyes next to him. "Daddy said that he has a sister, that she's funny and fun to be with. Also that he has a mom and the reason why you don't is because yours died when you were a

I'll check it out right now. Those people waiting in line behind them started getting impatient. "How much longer is this going to take? Hurry it up!" "You should just move out of the way if you can't pay! You're holding up the rest of us!" Dad snapped, "What are you yelling for? I'm going to pay right now!" However, even the combined money Dad and Jacob had wasn't enough for them to book a room for one night. Dad was also very stingy with money. He would never spend that much just to host his siblings.

He flicked the switch on before tossing his briefcase keys and phone on the centre Island that divided the living room from the kitchen. Nonchalantly, he strolled into the kitchen, opened a drawer, and took out a small knife before snatching the letter still hoisted under his arm. Slicing the envelope open, he saw a letter and a postcard signed, Greg Moore. Adrian couldn't remember the last time he saw his dad and he was perfectly fine when the man kept his distance, so why was he now trying to reconnect with the son he abandoned decades ago. His tossed the postcard on the table and scanned the content of the letter, nothing oarticularly catching his eye, so he tossed that too.

The thing that most people would never believe, considering how we're acting now, was that Emily and I were actually best of friends but when the truth came to light that I was not her sister-at least not fully- like we were told, Emily flew off the handle. Dad had had an affair with a maid in the house almost two decades ago which resulted in me. The maid -my mom- insisted on me getting a better life, that is if Dad doesn't want her to go to the cops. My dad agreed and they made an arrangement with Emily's mom to keep everything under their wraps onto somehow the secret got leaked. The door burst open and Emily's mom and her friends rushed in, ushering us out and into the hall stating that

“Someone had better. Because I would love to know, how I leave for a few months and ask you, Asher, my best friend, to keep an eye on my baby sister… Only to now return and find this.” He waved his hands between Asher and me. “What the hell do you think you are doing with your arms around my little sister, Asher? My little sister, Cynthia, who is apparently very pregnant?!”

My hand shook on the doorknob. So that was the truth. I quietly stepped back and walked away. I stood by the window at the end of the hallway for a long time. The next day, relatives heard Mom was hospitalized and came to visit. The room was packed. Fruit baskets and flower bouquets filled every corner. Mom lay in bed dramatically talking about how hard she'd worked raising her two daughters. Sophie stood beside her, carefully helping her drink water. The perfect mother-daughter scene. Once everyone had gathered, I cleared my throat. "Since the whole family's here, tell me if this sounds fair."

I called Dad's number. It rang three times before he hung up. Then I called Mom. It rang and rang, but no one picked up. I lay down and turned my head to look at the streetlight outside. It went out, the way a candle goes out when someone blows on it. “Happy birthday, Elena.” “I hope my sister Iris stays healthy and happy.” “I made my last wish, and my mind slowly went dark.”

My eyes were reddened as I stared at them coldly without reaching out. A look of disgust appeared in Wynnie's eyes as she sneered, "I thought you'd finally learned to behave. Turns out you still have quite a temper. If you're so upset, then we don't need to hold the sip and see tomorrow. We can go to the courthouse and get divorced instead!" I stared at her intently. I wished I could tear open her body and see whether her heart was made of stone. Five years ago, she had said the same thing about divorce. That was back when I discovered that she had slept with her adopted younger brother, Logan Jameson.

I stared at my parents like they had grown two heads, not believing what they just said. "That's impossible, is this some sort of joke?" I questioned and Mum just rolled her eyes, relaxing against the sofa while Dad placed a hand on her lap. "No Joke, Betty. Your sister really needs this." Dad told me and my lips parted in shock. "You are telling me, Jenna is okay with me screwing her man?" I widened my eyes at them and Dad nodded slowly.