Conan Gray Sister Novels & Stories

Confused, I take it and see he opened a picture, of a girl who looked similar to Grayson, she had long dark brown hair and beautiful big grey eyes, she was standing next to Grayson wearing a pink dress, they were both smiling at the camera. It looked like an old photo, Grayson was definitely a teenager in this photo. "Who is she?" I ask, staring at her in the photo. Getting up, Grayson starts to put on his jeans. "She's my sister... in a way." His sister? I didn't know he had a sister, but now that I see it, she looked a lot like him, younger in the photo, but they held a huge resemblance to one another. "What does she have to do with you knowing my dad?" I hand his phone back to him.

Gray Moore looked so helpless, and it gave me so much satisfaction. “Mr. Gray Moore, what can you say about the scandals that your sister, Aerah Celine Moore is involved in?” “All I want is for my family’s peace. My sister’s issue is for her to take care of, and we’re only on her side to guide her on her future decisions. All of her actions were not tolerated by our family,” Gray answered, his face now blank. The man seemed to give up avoiding the people and just stopped walking, giving the reporters what they wanted.

"Also, you should give my brother privacy, even if you toss a lot of women at him. Am I right? You see, my brother has a specific liking for women." "I also have a specific liking—" Gray raised his hand. "What I am saying is, I need to relax without interruption after the war you started, old man," she told Klaus. Then, she entered her room and locked it. "Hannah Grace, darling," Gray knocked. "Fuck off, you pervert!" she shouted. "What a temper!" Gray shrugged and looked at Victor. Victor simply opened the door to his room, ignoring him. Connor stared into space while holding Quinn in his arms. Quinn was busy playing with the fake food that Kal had given her.

Whispers started spreading around us. "Keith's 'sister' is here again. She brings him lunch every day. That's pretty caring." "Caring enough to take it to his bed, apparently." "I always thought something was off. Who treats someone they're not even related to that well? There has to be something going on." Every word cut like a blade, and in that moment, I realized I was the last to know the truth about Keith and Caroline’s relationship. Caroline saw me, and her smile stiffened for a split second before it bloomed again.

No more worrying about who might be the killer. But all I felt was cold. --- At noon, I finally stood up. My legs were stiff, my back aching from sitting on the hard floor. I walked to the window and looked out at the campus. Students crossed the quad in groups, laughing, talking, holding hands. The lake glittered in the distance, blue and calm and innocent. The lake where my sister died. The lake where someone held her under until she stopped fighting. I pressed my palm to the glass. "I'm sorry, Alice," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't do this alone."

Do I have to die? [Mitchell, am I never going home again?] Mitchell's hands trembled violently, his face drained of all color. His shoulders shook as he finally broke down, his cries echoing through the room. "Nora… What the hell did I do? What have I done to my sister?" - On his way to the hospital, Mitchell received a call from a friend.

Stephanie did not let me see the message, which annoys me, but she quickly explains that Lily is lost in the forest after having snuck out to meet a boy. Stephanie’s sister is 13 or 14 years old. She has all the teenage acne and attitude that comes along with being that young. Unlike Stephanie —who has beautiful blond hair and hazel eyes— Lily has reddish brown hair and bright green eyes. Or at least I think they are bright green; she usually has them covered up with large black glasses.

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.

I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up. "No. Casey and Yvonne are my other sisters but they are way older, married and live with their husbands now. "Oh, I see." I said. I opened my mouth to raise a new question but a tall woman appeared through the doorway his sister had gone into. It explained his height instantly and the striking resemblance could not be dismissed. She looked extremely happy to see her child seated there. She put on a huge grin before turning to look at me. "Caramel dear?" She blurted, a bit of doubt edged into her sentence.

Gray looked behind her. Zia saw her mother taking a peek at her. “Who is this cute little girl?” said Theresa while studying the little girl. “She’s my…” started Gray. “What was it again?” she whispered to herself. Theresa’s brows furrowed. Gray stared off into space for a moment. “Father’s…mother’s…sister’s…grandson’s…brother’s….nephew’s…grandfather’s…son’s…cousin’s…grandmother’s…granddaughter’s?”