Dakota Fanning Sister Novels & Stories

Her hair hung down her back in thick raven curls and her makeup matched it; dark and somber. “Shut the fuck up, Kiara,” Ayden says and gave Dakota one last kiss before he stomps off to survey his hunting grounds. “What crawled up his ass?” Kiara asks sarcastically and I roll my eyes. As much as I love Kiara, we all knew she was a rotten apple. Dakota gave her a smile that did not reach her lips, then she walked over to me. “Hey, Ana. Excited for your first day?” Dakota asks me and I nod absent mindedly. I was so sick of hearing that question today, but I would not shoot my best friend down. Dakota was 16 years old and a sophomore, so she knew the school already. I would trust her more with d

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

I couldn't really read his brother but there was definitely tension between him and Dane. "So you’re the famous Dahlia... She’s pretty." Amanda stated, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger glancing at her brother at the last remark. Dane frowned at her warningly and I simply smiled at the twenty-two-year-old. "Your daughter doesn’t look like you at all." "Yes I do, look me and Mama are wearing green." Aria piped in. I saw Dane give his sister a warning glare, his knuckles caressing my back as he sat next to me. I looked over at his father, the only person who hadn't even looked at me.

The sound of typing clacked in the background. "What can you tell me about her?" "How much do you want to know?" "What can you tell me right now?" "One second, fuck. Okay. Carson Adair. No priors. No record. It'll take me time to put together personal information on her." "Can you tell me if she's got a sister named Frankie and was adopted?" "You can't check her social media and see that for yourself? I just pulled her up right here and-it's got a Frankie listed as her sister. Seventeen. Black. The parents have one of those joint social media accounts. God, I hate those."

she throws away the invisible key while darting me a cheeky wink. Struggling to hide my humour in watching the pair bicker back and forth, I can’t help but grin back at Elijah’s uncannily appearing sister—a smaller double of his brother and himself. Choosing to ignore the silly nickname gifted to her, Dakota gestures for me to follow behind while she gracefully jumps onto the sofa beside the teenager. Walking over, I sit beside her and settle myself amidst the girls while Raven studies me with an observing stare; eyeing me over, looking intrigued without saying so before shifting her attention to the day ahead.

Hopefully, that has changed. Dakota is my sweet and feisty little granddaughter. Before finding out about Anushka and Dakota, my sons and I lived in the same house but never spent time together. I thought a couple of them would have a problem having a sister, but I was wrong. I've seen changes in each of them today.

I unintentionally clasped Warren's hand that was holding a fork making the eerie dangerous man beside me groan. "Sure! I already called her when I arrived and she was surprised when she found out you were here. She was in Milan when your father passed away!" Warren explained. "Your sister is a girl and her name is Kota?" again, it was Desmond and his nonsense question. "Her real name is Dakota and she's very pretty!" I butted in while cutting the lean meat with a small knife. "Hrmm!" Warren and I both glared at him when we heard him huff.

" Mrs Persson faced her with a lovely smile on her face, and then turned her attention to Elias. Dakota choked on her glass of water, spluttering and coughing. She cursed softly as she dabbed her dress with a napkin. "Oh my God! Mom, they just got married. Give them a break." Serena, Elias' younger sister spoke up, but a smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. She had smooth olive skin, high cheekbones and dark brown hair like her mom, only hers was long and untamed. Dakota had been stunned by her natural beauty.

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

Shooting me a jealous look, she said, "No, that's not it! Yelena is definitely not a good person. She must've tricked you somehow. I'm your online girlfriend, not her!" "Whether you are or not doesn't matter anymore. Either way, the person I like is your sister," Xander retorted, his gaze frosty. Tears slipped from Marissa's eyes, though they were born of sheer fury. She let out a crazed scream, but in the next second, Dad gave her a good, hard smack across the cheek.