Big Time Rush Sister Novels & Stories

I can't wait to show him what I'd built. "Well do—" "BIG SIIIIIIIIS!" my sister's voice shriek from the corridor, cutting into my words. No way. I had to be hallucinating. Her flight isn't scheduled until next week. "Biiiiiig!" The double doors burst open, and a chaotic rhapsody of a bright red skirt and a turquoise top come sprinting straight into the lab. "Zara?" I stand up from my stool, stepping forward just as she launch herself at me.

"You jerks have no right to be happy, especially after what she's done!" He rushed to land the punch on her and then she was about to block it then held her hand back when she saw there was no need to, Drake looked back to see his sister standing behind him, the blonde woman was practically a giant with a bulky body. "Drake Anderson,I thought you better than to raise your hand when none has been raised at you," "Big Sis I thought you said i could go alone, why are you here?" She smacked him on the head still holding his hand, "Cause i knew you were taking far too long that meant you were looking for or about to dive head first into trouble,"

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

He dropped to his knees beside my bed. "Grace, come home with me, okay? We have the same blood type. I'll give you my entire liver if I have to. You're my real sister. I won't let you die. From now on, I won't care about anyone else. I'll only stay by your side, okay?" Something inside me snapped. I shoved him away and started screaming like a madwoman. "I'm already dying! What's the point of playing the good brother now? Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

"Public. Specific. No ambiguity whatsoever." He looked at the ceiling briefly. "What did she say." "She called me her sister," Irina said quietly. He looked at her. At her face. At whatever was on it. "Good," he said. Simply. Like it was the only appropriate response to that information. She held his hand. He held hers back. The hospital room did its hospital room thing around them and outside Atlanta went about its Wednesday and somewhere across the city Sasha McKinney was presumably still being available to anyone who wanted to take her up on it and finding, as she'd predicted, that nobody was.

"She’s live now. And the whole goddamn world is watching." I looked down. There she was. Vivian sat in a pool of soft, flattering light, her eyes red-rimmed and her hair a mess of 'I-just-woke-up-crying' waves. The view count at the top was a blur of rising numbers. "...he was my whole life," Vivian’s voice cracked through the tiny speakers. "I went away to heal for him. And I come back to find my own sister in my bed. In my marriage. They kept it a secret because they knew what they were doing was wrong. They knew they were killing me."

"Me, climb the social ladder?" "Yes," I replied. "Aren't you throwing this tantrum because you suddenly remembered how powerful your brother-in-law is and decided you wanted a piece of that?" I flipped the situation on its head with just a few sentences. The people around us suddenly wore expressions of dawning realization. "Oh, so that's what this is about. The older sister can't stand seeing the younger sister doing better than her. No wonder I've never heard about Mrs. Sutton having an older sister." "She obviously caused a scene to humiliate Mrs. Sutton."

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.

I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up. "No. Casey and Yvonne are my other sisters but they are way older, married and live with their husbands now. "Oh, I see." I said. I opened my mouth to raise a new question but a tall woman appeared through the doorway his sister had gone into. It explained his height instantly and the striking resemblance could not be dismissed. She looked extremely happy to see her child seated there. She put on a huge grin before turning to look at me. "Caramel dear?" She blurted, a bit of doubt edged into her sentence.