Flurry Heart Sister Novels & Stories

No, she orders in her authoritative voice. When Killian comes within hearing distance, Andrea speaks again, “I'm not doing this because I have the hots for you. I mean I had a crush on you ages ago, but not now.” She rolls her eyes, changing her tone, “I care for you so that my brother doesn't get a heart attack and dies earlier than intended. So, you better be careful, pretty boy.” Blush coats his cheeks, hearing her speak about something like this so nonchalantly. “What a loving sister I have. Wow, I'm so touched that it feels like my heart is out in the open, getting kissed by a gentle breeze.” Comes a sarcastic remark from Killian.

Girls standing in the hallway and talking about my husband. I really should start getting to read about Damian. I wouldn’t to be asked a question by a reporter someday about my husband and my brain comes up blank. It would be so annoying. I turned to a corner when a hand suddenly shove me to the floor. I looked up to see Steph and her minions. A part of me became angry, the larger part however softened at the sight of my sister. It had been a while that I saw her. I suddenly missed my sister. “Steph,” I stood to my feet

I'm not going to live with all this pressure. That release came at a heavy price and was worth what I could afford, and— My hand hurts because someone gripped it so tightly. My body moved away from the fence and was met by two angry blue eyes. "Are you out of your mind?!" As usual, my sister's fiancé can permanently destroy my happy and bad moments. >>>

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!

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

he says. "Nothing." "Then what are you—" He stops. His hands curl into fists at his sides. "Your mother called." It is not a question, I nod anyway. "My sister, Sailyn is gone," I say. "She was kidnapped. They needed someone to stand in her place to play Luna and to keep the pack from falling apart while they figure out what happened." He stares at me. His jaw works like he is trying to find the right words and coming up empty.

warned the second sister. “Surely, you’re not afraid of that small thing!” said the third sister. “You know those things can burn,” replied the second sister. “I don’t see you coming near it.” Flora heard them talking and knew that they were talking about the sanaria. She hugged Nadi and then raise the garland from her neck. “She heard you,” said the third sister. “You’re always the loud one.” “Surround them,” commanded the first sister. “She can’t hold that up against all of us. She’ll get tired soon.”

The message was clear enough. As we stepped through the gates, the air shifted. I caught sight of two others approaching from the crowd— a tall man with dark curls and a scar along his jaw, and beside him a woman with strong shoulders, sharp eyes, and the same aura of command as any Beta. They walked with purpose, both stopping when they reached us. The woman’s voice carried easily. “I’m Clara,” she said. “You might call me Rose’s sister too. Not by blood but by choice.” Her gaze swept over us, cool and assessing. “That means if you try anything stupid, we’ll be the last faces you see.”

The man she had met in her father's hospital room looked bored, but his expression changed instantly when their eyes met. His face lit up with a grin that sent a wave of shock through Flora. "Cyprus?" Flora's voice was barely above a whisper. Olivia beamed. "Flora, this is my very dear friend, Cyprus Blackwell. Cyprus, this is my sister, Flora." Cyprus’s grin widened. "Livi, I already know Flora. We met at the hospital." He turned to Olivia, his eyes twinkling. "Is this the sister you were talking about, the one you’re trying to make amends with?"

I was a goner anyway the minute I stepped foot outside Bryant Knox’s mansion. “No can do, Tonelli. You die, I lose my money”, Flames’ voice sounded hard and taut as I felt his hand finally reach my ankle beneath all that snow. Right. I was the client. His client because the man I hated didn’t help people from the goodness of his heart. What heart was I speaking about in the first place? He killed my sister; he didn’t have a heart. He’d always been the scrawny asshole-ic boy who used my sister’s feelings for him in order to escape working for my dad.