Brent Rivera Sister Novels & Stories

She scowled. “C’mere, sweetie.” Cra opened her arms to her little sister. “It’s okay, you can sit here with me and Mama.” Cra pulled River into a big hug. River made herself comfortable on her big sister’s lap, once she was comfortable, she fell fast asleep. Cra gazed adoringly at her little sister, running her fingertips along her cute little face with a smile. “Is Marco her mate?” Cra asked and Storm smiled. “Is it that obvious?” Cra looked down at River.

His aura proves that. I later heard Noah and Michale, his other best friend did that to him. I couldn’t blame Noah, nor applaud him for trying to fight for me. I just kept it cool like I didn’t know about it. “ How could you fuck my sister, when you were dating me??” she throws out another yelling as she displays her angry-self. “Uhoo” everyone spits out when the words lands on our ears. Riva was fucking her junior sister, while they were still dating. Well, should I be any more surprised? That men are truly scums?

He dropped Rain close to River, his hand already moving to hold the hilt of his sword. The figure sniggered before revealing themselves. Or rather... Herself. "The name's Serena." She spoke calmly, unbothered by the power of River's magic in full display. "We haven't had the pleasure of meeting, but I believe you've met my sister. The one you termed as the 'fake Echo'. Athea." A cold shiver went down River's spine when she heard those words. She could smell it, the lady was a wolf. A rogue wolf.

Ravena rolled her eyes, brushing past him with ease. "Hi there, little sister," Ravena said warmly as she stepped toward Brienne. Without waiting for an invitation, she embraced her gently. "It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Ravena, this idiot’s sister," she added with a teasing tone. "Who are you calling an idiot—" Raven began but was quickly cut off. "I wasn’t talking to you, Raven," Ravena snapped, shooting him a sharp glare that made him swallow his words. "H-Hello," Brienne stammered, caught off guard by the sudden attention. Ravena stepped back, flashing a bright smile that softened her features.

I focused on my food but in my mind, I was thinking about something to start a different topic. “Wait, about your brother - are you referring to Zach Linch?” I narrowed when I recalled that Brent introduced someone with the name Linch way back in San Francisco. “Yes, he’s my older brother," she confirmed. "I missed him,” she sighed and I could feel the longing in her voice. "I met him once with his wife Celine," I told them. "Small world!" Aira muttered.

“I want you to suffer. You’re no one, Erika. It would've been easier if I had known that the baby inside of that poor little thing was also a Beltran.” “What are you talking about, Valeria?” Erika cried, shaking her head. “I’m talking about your sister, Elena.” Elena. That name said so much for her. “Elena was your sister, wasn’t she? If only you knew how much my son Antonio enjoyed her.” “That’s enough, Valeria!” “That’s enough for you because I have not finished.” Covering her ears, on the floor Erika screamed. “It’s enough, it’s enough, Valeria!”

“You’ll be surprised when you see her. We don’t look similar at all.” “Really?” Devyn asked with wide eyes. I couldn’t concentrate on their conversation because my mate’s scent was becoming stronger and stronger. “Speak of the devil,” River said and raised his head up. “Guys, meet my sister— Hera.”

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.

I looked at my parents. “Do you want to know why I’m getting home so late tonight? A client forced me to down an entire bottle of hard liquor. I was in the washroom puking my guts out. “And while I was out there breaking my back, I saw my own sister showing off the apartment you bought her. It’s the one I’ve been working really hard to afford but will never, ever have! Daphne stood up and said in a shrill voice, “Lina, how can you talk to Mom and Dad like that? They’ve sacrificed so much to raise us—”

“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.