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

This is totally wrong! Did Franklin just say sister? Real fucking sister?! Oh, this was gonna be so messed up.

Amelia held her arm and sobbed as she got up from the floor. Franklin looked at me angrily and spat, "I cannot believe that you would do this to your only sister. You ain't even the legitimate daughter of Mr. Liam, and yet you cannot treat your sister right. Come, Amy, let's go out and eat and allow her to eat her food alone." Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood watching them. It was Saturday, and Franklin definitely didn't go to work on weekends. I sobbed, wanting to stop them, and I went outside just in time to see Franklin getting into his car after he had helped Amelia close the door like the gentleman he was never.

“I know that’s why I am ordering you to take that away. No one will give her food for today unless dad and mom said so until they returned from their long trip back home. Do you understand me?” They looked at each other before lowering their gazes and nodding. “Yes, ambassadress.” They left without much choice while Francine came to console me. I lifted my eyes at her and began breaking down. “Francine, am I such a bad person for doing that? Am I wicked now? Evil? Just like them? She’s my sister and I did that to her. I know how it feels to be hungry and still, I did that to her.”

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.

Ashton "I'm so sorry, honey. I already promised Freya that I'll come with her to the show. We're going to France tomorrow." Amanda, Mason's mom, said sadly. Fred asked her if she would go with him on a three-day vacation in Mayan Riviera Beach, I'm not sure of the name but that's what I heard from Fred. He said he wanted to go to the beach to relax but I don't get it, being in this huge and classy house is already relaxing but then I thought they've been living in this house for years already, I guess, so it's natural if they got bored of this house.

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?!”