Bucky Barnes Sister Novels & Stories

"Okay, okay, I get it now. You’re siblings." "You’re his sister?" Butt-Out-girl, a leggy blonde with a flirty pout, finally spoke up. "Oh! Hi, I’m Britney." She gave me a sickly sweet smile, but I didn’t miss the way she sneered slightly. Before I could tell her exactly what I thought of her fake attitude, another girl—Bikini-Girl—latched onto Ares’ arm like a starved leech. "Ares, you didn’t tell us your sister was here," she cooed.

Her sister has left, although nothing has changed here. Kacy raised her brows. Kacy raised her brows . "I want to spend some time alone. When you're ready to leave, please call me." "OK," Annie said as she walked away. Kacy entered the private room, carefully closed the door, and leaned feebly against the door panel. "Do you think I'm useless, Sister?" Kacy murmured, raising her head slightly to keep tears from streaming down her cheeks. Although the Ovis Group had gone bankrupt, Bard Ovis seemed unaffected, and the assassin who had harmed her sister had not been punished.

" He had dark-brown eyes, chocolate brown. I imagined him licking the dark chocolate with a spoon. Were we getting ice cream sundaes together? "Sorry. Yes. I'm Tasha Nichols." Barbie elbowed me. "And this is my older sister, Barbara." "Please, call me Barbie," my sister said. Seth smiled at her round belly, took her hand, and kissed the back of it. "You look beautiful today, Barbie." "Oh, that'll get me through at least another month." Barbie laughed. She hugged her pregnant belly and stepped back.

Still dizzy from before, I froze, hesitating before pleading with them. “Mom, Dad, can I rest for a month? The doctor says I’m malnourished and can’t donate right now.” My father rejected me without a second thought. “No, Beatrice’s condition is serious. We can’t afford to wait.” Even my boyfriend, Ronald Williams, couldn’t help but try to persuade me. “Yeah, Alice, Beatrice is your sister. If you don’t save her, who will?” I sighed, lowering my head and saying nothing.

As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back. That was until she died from a drastic accident that changed everything completely, an accident that ruined me completely, and an accident that left me scarred for life. And it had to be all on my birthday! Isn't that classic?

I looked behind her and saw the man I had knocked down earlier had now also knocked down because Hiro had shot him. "E-elythrea .." I whispered. Tears started to fall in my eyes. It keeps flowing like a river. It never ends. "P-please ... I will bring y-you to the h-hospital. Don't leave me. I can't live without my sister." She's my true half sister and not Cassidy. I already search an information about her life and I found out that she's the hidden daughter of Bernard Wicnhester. My half sister. "S-sister?" I nodded. "H-how come?" She added.

“I think… that’s my daughter.” I turn toward her so fast my neck damn near snaps. “What?” She nods, tears spilling now. “Lucas, I think that’s your sister.” “No,” I say immediately, shaking my head. “No. That doesn’t make sense.” “Yes,” she insists softly. “It does.” “How can you even tell?” I ask. She swallows, then says, “The reason I hugged her for so long… was because Breanna your sister had a birthmark.”

Uncle Luke said. “WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE ISN'T HERE? HOW DID SHE GET AWAY? WE DIDN'T SEE ANYONE ON THE WAY UP HERE.” Big C yelled angrily. “Calm down nephew, she’s dead….She fell off the roof when…” “When what?” Big C said his anger turning into fear. “Briana was getting ready to kill your momma. So Kymoni tackled her and they both fell off the roof.” Bubba said, causing Eula to scream out again. Hearing it out loud sent waves of pain in her heart. Bubba's eyes filled with tears seeing his sister mourn the loss of a child she claimed, and promised her best friend she would help raise and protect.

"You'll stay in this room…" Mom cleared out the smallest room in the house for me. Before I could even react, tears started pouring down my elder sister's face. "No! This room belongs to Bun Bun!" Hearing that, Mom rushed over to comfort her. "But your sister is home now. She needs somewhere to sleep!" But my sister, Lucy Wheeler, was extremely upset. She cried harder. "No, no, no! This is Bun Bun's room. Bun Bun won't have a room anymore."

I had thought she was bluffing until murderous intent glinted in her eyes. Retreating desperately, I tried to reason. "I've never wanted to compete with you. Can't we just coexist peacefully?" But she was too far gone to listen. "My dear sister, I'll honor your memory after you're gone. After all, no one has ever truly loved you." Blood dripped from my wounds as I gawked at the blade protruding from my body—wielded by my sister. I started to question my life's worth. What in the world was real?