Novel & Cerita Big Time Rush Sister

Cassidy asked as she sprinted to keep up with her sister who appeared to be only jogging. Cadence was too excited to answer, and as she burst through the office building door, it was all Cassidy could do to keep from smacking into it. Jamie’s office was close to the front entrance, and his door was open. It only took Cassidy a second to realize why her sister was so happy.

Although they were well fed and had a roof over their heads, anyone would want to work their way up to the ladder of success. Speaking of Bruce's sister, Hilda remembered that his sister, Sahara was about to graduate high school this year. She was an art student who had great athletic performance. "By the way, what about your sister? How is she doing?" Bruce didn't know what to feel about his older sister. Even though they were only a year apart, their relationship was quite strained because it felt like a million year generation gap. They were never close, which was why he rarely mentioned anything about his sister.

She sighed as she passed through those doors and walked inside. “Is our Rubina a little too popular; so much so that it’s getting exhausting now?” a woman who shared many similarities teased Rubina before she could even take a seat. In this lady’s hands was an embroidered cloth. This woman was Rubai. She was Rubina’s sister. “Knock it off Rubai. You know that Rubina isn’t the only popular person here.” Ruby, the third sister chuckled fondly. In her hands was a half finished product she was currently working on.

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

The TikToker had over four million followers, and soon the chat was filled with comments. “Isn’t this the heir of the Smiths? Total rich kid!” “The girl blessed by Lucas must be so lucky!” “Mr. Smith, your humble servant awaits! When can I start my duties?” People were joking around, but Lucas went viral. Some even expressed jealousy towards Veronica. Not long after, Veronica herself posted a picture on social media, with the caption: [I finally got my strawberry-flavored gummy bear! Happiness is when your wishes come true!] In the picture, there was a beautifully wrapped plate of strawberry-flavored snacks, and right next to her was Lucas.

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

The moment she saw me, her eyes crinkled into happy little crescents. My heart skipped a beat. She looked exactly like Harvey. Then she yelled, "Mommy!" and flung herself into my arms. "I'm Ellie! It's me!" Everyone froze. Zach stared at us. Then at me. Then back at Ellie. "Wait," he said slowly. "Does that make me... the other man?" I kicked him in the shin. "Don't be an idiot." But when I looked back down at Ellie, something twisted hard in my chest.

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

"Then you..." "My name is Sister X. I am twenty-five years old." The girl's eyes brightened instantly, "Missy, nice to meet you. Your skin looks amazing, and you are really attractive. You hardly appear to be in your twenties." Stella was gathered by other girls who also approached her and said, "Oh, Missy, it turns out you are Channing's older sister." “You have very great looks. Right now, we believed you to be his girlfriend." "Missy, you have amazing family genes. Channing has good looks, and you both look amazing. How jealous I am of you!"

A coquettish, lively girl said, “The guy who captured Sis looks like a minor at a glance and is a year older than me at most. He’s just a fledgling, so why are you worried about it?” This was a twelve or thirteen-year-old little girl who looked 60% or 70% like Shirley. She was Shirley and Samuel’s little sister named Freesia Hancock. Although this little sister’s name was a little incompatible, she was genuinely their biological little sister, and three of them were of the same mother.