Conan Gray Sister Novels & Stories

Edward asked. "My grandfather sent the image of her to my father and I saw her picture, it was on the night we met her. She is the oldest daughter of the Gray family in Los Angeles.” Nicholas replied. " The same Gray family? I thought the oldest daughter was sent abroad to study? So you mean that beautiful young girl we met a few days ago that was being chased by Rey was your second cousin?” Chris asked, completely shocked at this revelation. He didn't see this one coming at all. "No wonder, I thought you guys have similar gray eyes,” he added.

He’d known—sure—even prepared himself for it—but seeing it was something else. Then Morgan looked up as if sensing him, her eyes widening with shock. "Grayson!" She scrambled out from under the other woman, grabbing for the sheet. "You're supposed to be in Boston!" The brunette sat up, making no effort to cover herself, a smirk playing at her lips. Grayson recognized her. Tina. His sister Emma's friend. The one he'd meet at his sister's engagement party. "Flight got canceled." His voice sounded distant, like it belonged to someone else. "Hail."

, he said bluntly. Choosing to avoid any more conversation between the two of us I began to jog up the stairs towards the front door, as I reached the top step a blur ran before my eyes and pulled me close into a hug. Shocked, I felt myself being released from the strangers hug and found myself looking into Brynn's hazel eyes. Grayson's younger sister was so different from him, where he was dark and broody, she was a beam of light. "Laila! I'm so glad you're back. I was about to come looking for you but somebody held me up", she turned to give Grayson a cold glare.

Ariana grabbed the glass door in time to prevent herself from crashing into the two ladies. One of them looked very familiar, with long heavy black hair, and Ariana instantly recalled that she had seen her on TV during Caddaric’s introduction. That was Cassandra Blade, his sister. She was very pretty with a few similarities to Caddaric. The woman next to her was adorned with a different kind of beauty. Her hair was blonde and her skin was milk white with beautiful hazel eyes.

If I knew he'd touch her anyway, I would've broken the truce first. "What is she still doing here?" I growl, feeling pissed all over again. I know he can feel my anger simmering, but he remains unbothered. "Being a good little kitten and staying out of trouble until Gray comes to pick her up," he answers. "Gray? Did you not tell her he's in currently on the other side of the world on his honeymoon?" Gray will kill him once he finds out he fucked his sister, who has been off-limits to us since we were old enough to get a boner watching her prance around in those shorts she always wore.

“I need to talk to him.” “Not here. He’s dangerous and” “He’s my brother.” Nathaniel looked at her. “Or he’s your enemy.” But Grace had already stepped into the shadows, following Noah’s path like a thread through a maze. The Confrontation She found him alone in a small locker room, washing the blood from his hands. “Noah?” He didn’t turn around. “How do you know that name?” he asked, voice low, calm. Grace’s throat tightened. “Because… it’s mine too. Armond. Grace Armond. I’m your sister.”

Then I remembered I still wanted Rhea in my life after marrying Vanessa and figured there wasn't much difference after all. My eyes moved back to the corner. The music shifted into something slow and grinding, all bass, and the girl on the pole changed with it, rolling her body down the length of it, while they all watched like they'd forgotten how to breathe. She looked Mexican. Pretty enough to make them lose all sense. And young enough to be their little sister. "I can get her for you if you want." I moved my eyes from her to Giovanni, who had relocated to the other side of the couch. The girl he'd been with had already moved on to someone else, her attention fully redirected. He was open

Or that she cannot chill. "Come Zelina let me introduce you to my sister and my brother..." I walk up to the two men and woman standing next Carla "This is Niklaus's second Aunt Nikita and also my sister, she's married to this man Kyler’s brother he's name is Kennedy we just call him Kenny and then this is my brother Grayson" "Hello" I greet them. "Is that stinky brat treating you well?" Nikita asks "Yes... Niklaus treats me very well" I say

He was a stranger. Yet, he did not feel like one. She had never seen him until he called her “little sister” in the purple twilight, but somehow, he looked as familiar as if she had known him her entire life. Could they actually be related? The population of Loadstone Rock was knitted together by a complicated web of kinship—cousins, second cousins, uncles and aunts several times removed—so it was not impossible. But they did not look alike. Svetlana had large blue eyes and fine straight hair, so blond that it was almost white—a source of her private anguish as she inwardly compared her “straw” to Tattie’s dark, bouncing curls. Andrei’s skin was tanned and weathered, his hair black and his e

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”