Big Time Rush Sister Novels & Stories

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

We kiss again and we hear a knock on the door. “Come in,” I say. The door opens and Seraphina first pops in her head and yells “Surprise!” I smile and I rush to hug my sister once she fully enters my dressing room. “Today is your big day, sister!” “I thought you wouldn't make it.” I say to her. “No way! I'd already know told you. I wouldn't miss this day for anything in the world. Today is special for you and I want to be there for you as your sister and best supporter.” Seraphina replies.

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

Her coy, deceitful nature repulsed me, yet she clung to me like a shadow. At our graduation party, she deliberately fell down a staircase in front of me. When everyone rushed over, her tearful accusations painted me as a cruel bully. I'd never forget the way Mitchell held her protectively that day, his gaze filled with disappointment, anger, and disdain as he looked at me. "You've let me down. I wish I didn't have a sister like you." But I didn't push her. That day, I waited at home for hours for Mitchell. He didn't come back. He didn't even answer my calls.

Winona did not believe me and even thought I was a conwoman. "Who are you? Why should I believe you? Yvonne is my best friend. Why would she poison me? Harass me any further and I'll call the police." I looked at her and said, "I'm Yvonne's younger sister, Greta. If you don't believe me, look into her bag. The poison is in there." Winona did not believe me and laughed coldly. "You're Yvonne's sister? She has never mentioned having a sister. You didn't even bother to make up a good lie."

>>> Whiskey was a memory of warmth in my stomach as I sat in front of Gallena's TV table, which was very moody this time. "Fright Night, Evil Dead, or Night of the Living Dead?" I put the movie on my lap and waited for an answer. Gallena's muffled words could be heard from the bed. "Sixteen Candles." My eyes widened. "Sixteen Candles?" "Mmhm." This is bad. Very bad. "Are you really sure?" She sighed. "Yes, Gretta." "Okay. . . let me take it." I looked at my sister like she had grown two more heads as I walked out of the room. However, she only looked drunk and tired, covered by the Star Wars blanket.

Max mutters, but he scoots closer too, pressing his head against my cheek so he can fit into the frame. I hit the video call button. The screen flips to my little sister’s face: black wavy hair piled into a lazy bun, red lipstick, oversized T-shirt. Behind her I catch a glimpse of the living room back home in Medellín: gray sofa, big plant, and something moving in the corner of the frame… oh, Mamá. “¡Mis amores!” Fiona’s voice jumps an octave the moment she sees Max and Issa. “MIRA, GEMELITOS!”

“This is Natasha, my older sister.” Natasha Sharma, aka the Bitch of California, was infamous for her dating scandals with actors, sports people, and CEOs. I met her at a party a few months ago where she and Celine Alonso got into an ugly wrestle after a few exchanges of words, which cost Sharma a lot more money than they thought.

Chasing my sweet sister can definitely go abroad from here, but those are all laymen who are not worthy of my sweet sister at all. Trisha Sylvie put her leg up, and made a sign with a heavy voice. 'Beat your legs for my sister.' 'OK.' Birch quickly pounded hard, and Anna Garcia, whose face turned suddenly, was stunned. 'Sister Kristen Healey, he is definitely a good actor.' Kristen Oliver is in distress situation, too. Since childhood, these two enemies have had enough troubles. As soon as I got off the bus, Birch hugged Kristen Oliver and spoiled her. 'Smoke Miss Oliver, I want to sleep with you. We haven't slept together for a long time.'

I tried to pull back, but her grip tightened just enough to stop me. “You’ve been avoiding him all night,” she teased lightly. Avoiding him? If only she knew. My feet felt heavy as she led me forward, each step bringing me closer to the one person I never wanted to stand in front of again. My pulse roared in my ears. Maybe he’ll pretend. Maybe he’ll act like nothing happened. Please… just act like nothing happened. We stopped. I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. “this is my sister,” she said warmly. “I told you about her.”