Bray Wyatt Sister Novels & Stories

He slid onto the stool far too close to me, his elbow jabbing into my ribs. “Well, well. The Castellano ice princess, melting all alone,” he slurred, his breath foul. “Heard your daddy’s selling you off to that vegetable Moretti. Guess no one wants used goods, huh?” I stiffened, keeping my eyes on my glass. “Walk away, Marco.” He leaned in closer, his voice a wet, threatening whisper. “Or what? Your pretty-boy guard dog ain’t here. Saw him cozy with your sister upstairs in the VIP lounge. Seems he’s got a new mistress to heel for.”

My chest felt too tight, like it might collapse under the weight of everything I had carried alone. Aunt Linda rocked me gently, stroking my matted, tangled hair with trembling hands. Her own tears fell hot onto my shoulder. “I know, sweetheart. I’ve always known you could never hurt your sister. Not in a thousand lifetimes. But the pack… Ryder… grief has blinded them all. They won’t listen to reason.” She pulled back just enough to cup my sunken cheeks in her palms, her thumbs gently wiping away the endless stream of my tears. Her eyes widened with fresh horror as she truly took me in—the fingerprint bruises, the raw bite marks, the way my body had been reduced to skin and bones.

Maybe a hundred times more since he last saw her when she won the school pageant back in college. “How can I not remember about her sister?” She would always tell him about Amanda… Amanda - Mandy, Mandy - Amanda! He got it. He regretted that he didn’t pay attention to Annie’s stories about her sister. All that he remembered was Annie was only two years older. But she looked nothing like her sister. “I mean, they’re both pretty.” But one could hardly find any resemblance. Mandy’s hair was really really dark, Annie’s was a bit on the blonde side, or maybe it was the hair coloring.

Then I smiled, stopped what I was doing, and squatted down. Hugging him in my arms, I said seriously, "Lita is my sister." "Really?" Blinking his big eyes, Bryan asked curiously, "Then, does she have the same face as yours, Mommy?" "No not the same face as me but we do look alike." "Wow! Can I see her?" Bryan was so excited. I frowned slightly and showed a face of regret. Pinching Bryan's little face, I told him seriously, "Mommy's sister has gone somewhere pretty far away. For a long while, she won't come back."

I shouted and nodded to the DJ to turn the music back on. Wyatt took the tray and we walked back to our group. “Here are your drinks!” I said and handed them each one. “That is Sex on the Beach. Let me know what you think!” I said smiling. “Do I even want to ask what that was about?” Ed said as he sipped on his whiskey. “That was my sister who has some personal issues she needs to work on.” Wyatt said and glanced over at his dad and very slightly nodded. If you weren’t looking at him, you would have never seen it.

David deliberately didn’t mention her. “Maybe you wanna go on home Ky, for a bit, and I can bring him over for the holidays.” Ah, my brother wanted to see if he could get a rise out of her. He hoped for her to get back to who she was, but hope wouldn’t bring Kylie back. Nothing could, taking a life, especially one so close to home has its wounds. And a wound like that never heals. 5 years ago maybe I would’ve said different but I doubt she wanted to become Kylie Bray. Marcus Bray’s daughter had to fill big shoes, my sister had no intention of filling.

Mother put her hands on her waist and pushed her hair backward, “Ever since this woman's family came to work at my Father's house everything in my life became a mess, she took my fiancé, I told her to know her place and it wouldn't last, she refused and now we are here, Father don't act like you are innocent, because you aren't, it was because of your help that my engagement wasn't canceled.” “Tessa enough, the kids are here,” Father tried to stop Mother from talking. “The kids? They are old enough, let them hear,” Mother sneered. “Tycelyn isn't my adopted sister but my biological sister,” Brayon burst into laughter and everyone paused, “I'm supposed to visit my girlfriend today,” Brayon sto

I’m waiting. Wyatt was caught by several more mothers and even a few fathers who shoved their daughters at him. He could have kissed Sirius when he grabbed Wyatt by the elbow and told him that there was something that they needed to discuss in private. Perhaps in his personal office. Sirius excused himself and Wyatt and propelled them to the elevator. “Your sister is horrible.” Wyatt said once the doors closed. “Do I want to know what my innocent sister is doing?” “Your anything but innocent sister is sending me images of her in the bathtub.”

They continued to talk about Tatiana's family business, she came from a famous family in Europe and it was obvious to her, but what I didn't expect was that Wyatt and her became school mates back in Sydney. "Really? What a small world," daddy commented while laughing. Wyatt was silent as he just looked at me. I ignored him and just skewered the meat. I was about to swallow that when older brother Sage spoke. "Wait, haven't you tried to date in the past? You know, you're both a catch." My fork hung in the air. It's like I want to put this fork in my brother's mouth because of what he's saying, I know it's impossible for them to be because--

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi