Demi Lovato Younger Sister Novels & Stories

Vicky still had to tell us the whole story with her and Devin because right now all we know is that they were highschool sweethearts and I am surprised to not remember him at all. But I guess I was too shy back then to remember anyone. Vicky came back at that moment, but she was not alone. There beside her stood a spitting image of her. Does she have a sister? But I know her father is dead and she does not speak with her mom at all. And this girl looked to be around 13 years old. What the hell.

When I lift the shirt, that familiar dark, expensive scent clings to the fabric. I’m halfway dressed when Damien steps out of the walk-in closet. He takes me in, eyes lingering, and clearly finds nothing to complain about. He’s holding a pair of slippers. I arch a brow. “Do you just… have clothes and shoes my size lying around?” “I have a younger sister,” he says easily. “She crashes here whenever she’s furious at the old bastard.” I assume that’s his father. I do know of his sister—Iris Voss. She’s still a teenager, yet striking, stunning. Impossible to miss.

Cristiano shook his head and got up before I could answer. "Don't me so harsh Nagi." Cristiano scolded her and she pouted. He then turned to me. "Forgive my diva of a younger sister Nagisah." Cristiano said pulling the girls cheeks while she pouted "Younger sister?!" I asked in amazement "Yeah." Cris answered me then turned to Nagi "Introduce yourself properly and apologize. NOW!" Nagi pouted a little bit but did as she was told with a curtsey. "I'm Neveah Nagisah Xavia Arivonese the younger sister of Cristiano and Xavier Arivonese." she said curtseying "It's a pleasure to meet you. Forgive my diva like attitude."

I can't help but be happy about it. Unlike most kids her age while growing up, my beautiful Diva decided_ just like her momma did, to never to date just anyone, until she finally meets her Soulmate. Diva followed my footsteps like a true daughter would do. She's a very blessed child and looking at the photos, I could tell she was extremely happy and that's all that matters to me. I only wished her sister never died. That would have been the perfection to her already happy life. Even though Diva acts tough and strong outside, she's a baby within and she's very emotional. To this day, I really wished I was able to grant her request of having a sibling. The one she was really prepared for, didn

He panicked, pulling me in closer, looking at me. "Its just that your Father mentioned you were just like her or something like that when he was all in here yelling and shit" Collin had a mouth full of a sandwich as he talked across the kitchen island. I adjusted myself in Trevors lap, uncomfortable with where the conversation was about to go. "She was my younger sister. Older than June, she was two years younger than me" "Was?" Trevor asked. I nodded, a tear welling in the corner of my eye. I wiped it away quickly and continuned

Lovi was informed by our supervisor. "Sir, yes. Athena is my best friend, and I consider her to be a sister to me. I have widely recognized her since we were kids, and I have always been wowed by her instinctual literary skills. That this has been her release valve even before her parents abandoned her in order to undertake their professional careers," Lovi indicated. When she said this, I started noticing her sorrowful tone.

Lottie’s POV What a day, I think to myself. Not only did my sister fly off to who knows where? But I met a girl in blue, got myself kidnapped, watched my mom nearly be beaten to death, killed two men and discovered I had a real father. Now I find out my sister has an elemental gift and to top it all off, it’s still her birthday. “Crap,” I say out loud. suddenly realizing it is still my sister's birthday, her 18th birthday, and we have not done anything to help her celebrate it.

" Oh my God ,deep down in my heart I know it wouldn't end well so we quickly rushed down stairs to meet her " Well I know you might be surprise but don't be my name is Valerie and I also have a sister called bethel parker am twenty - two years old and my sister is twenty - four years old ,guess what she's more beautiful ,and social than I Am and I don't care ,I love my boyfriend so much and he loves me so much too just waiting for the right time to say I do .

I asked him to which he laughed. “Oh my,” his chest rumbled as he laughed again. “I was an unplanned child. My brother, Damian, is twelve years older than me. My elder sister is eight years older than me and there's me, the last child. I wasn't my parents’ favorite but my siblings adored me so much. My mum divorced my dad when she found out she was pregnant. My dad wasn't having it because he thought I was someone else's child but that's a lie because…”

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!