Batfamily X Forgotten Sister Reader Novels & Stories

“I asked you a question. How much do you get paid per night? Is that ten thousand dollars a monthly rate or something?” My eyes widened, and I gritted my teeth, repeating, “He is… my brother…” “Your brother?” Grace raised her hand and hit me again. “And you’re his sister? Damien himself said that his sister is living abroad. If you keep lying, I’ll make sure your face is ruined today.” Lucy kicked me hard in the shin, sending me face-first back onto the floor. The intense pain forced me to curl up into a ball. In my entire life growing up, I had never once been treated like this. They were done for!

And my breath disappears down my lungs. My long lost stepsister, my fated mate, on the arm of a man who was once like a brother to me.

"Enough! Lilith is in charge of the Blood Moon festival. Stop causing trouble. You are just jealous. Bully her again, and I swear I'll lock you in a sun-cell myself." The connection was cut. Jax and Lilith erupted in laughter. "See? He doesn't care if you live or die," Lilith's laugh grew shriller. "He won't even see you one last time. Is this what you call a sibling bond?" My heart shattered completely.

“Violet have you forgotten, today is the birthday celebration of the head of the Barker family, I told you a few days ago that you forgot? Go get ready." Violet now remembered that today is the day the Barker family celebrates the birthday of the head of the family - Patrick Barker is also Dominic Barker's grandfather. Remembering Dominic Barker, she felt uncomfortable and disgusted with him, in her previous life he was the one who harmed her so much that she had to commit suicide. Violet didn't want to go to that party, she said: "Then you three just go, I don't want to go there." Mr. Taylor heard his daughter say this and shouted at her:

"I really feel so unsure hearing this but please do your best to save my sister okay? She can't be there! Those people inside that Institution are heartless. They were the one that killed my Very Father and I'm never going to watch them doing the same thing to my sister. No! I wouldn't allow such a thing to happen" Brandon understands how he feels and wouldn't blame her. "don't worry Brooklyn! You can lean on me because I've called you here to ease your tension and apprehension about your sister! You will see her today or tomorrow". ******* T b

I pause, then add, “Mum never showed me any. Even when I asked.” He says nothing, just cups water in his hands and pours it gently over my skin. Warm. Comforting. But I miss his touch, miss the way his fingers make me feel like I’m safe, like I’m not broken. After a beat, I ask, “Was your sister involved in the fight tonight?” “She was upstairs. Fighting the women and any of Damian’s remaining kin,” he exhales. “She’s leader of the female betas.” I nod silently, the memory of her fierce expression when she barged into my room resurfacing. I banish it.

He faced me. “That's right. I know, I know how he bullied you. Your sister hated him so much, so it's crazy she didn't recognize him. What a wonderful reunion.” My sister threw up again, and it was beginning to stink. “Fuck you Richard! Why do you care?! I never asked you to fight for me, you piece of shit!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. Then he crouched to my level so we could meet eye to eye. “Oh Alana. You forgot about me, didn't you?”

"She found something she shouldn't have. She asked questions she shouldn't have asked. And she paid the price." "Who killed her?" "That's the wrong question." "Then what's the right question?" The figure stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell them. Cigarette smoke. Coffee. And something else. Something familiar. Where had I smelled that before? "The right question," they said, "is who's next." They dropped the photograph. It fluttered to the ground, landing face-up at my feet. Alice's eyes stared up at me, frozen in time. "Leave Westbrook, Alexa. Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of. Forget about your sister. Forget about the basement. Forget about Natalie Vasquez."

Stubborn as she was, Jean stayed behind, determined to prove him wrong. It never occurred to Jean that Brooke could have just brought her along to make a living in the city. Later, Jean gave birth to Tanner and me. That desire to prove herself gradually shifted into resentment toward Brooke through years of hard work. Every time Tanner and I asked about our father, Jean would say in annoyance, “He’s dead.” Unfortunately for me, I began looking more like Brooke. Jean took out her hatred for Brooke on me. It was all because I resembled him. Once I learned the truth, I was left with nothing but bitter sorrow.

This was a pattern, a grotesque collection hidden just outside our borders. My mind raced, connecting the dots to the stories, the patrols, the past my mom had warned me to stop chasing. But here they were, their handiwork laid bare. I turned to Jarred, my voice steady despite the rage burning in my chest. “I think we’ve just found their dumpster.”