Flurry Heart Sister Novels & Stories

The morning came with their hearts still aching. Fleurie's forehead is throbbing from the torment she has endured. She refuses to see him. She does not want to see anyone. She only wants to be with her mate. She just wants to be surrounded by her mate's warmth, scent, and everything else related to her mate. The mere thought of her brother's presence causes her to shake with rage. He abandoned her. He didn't return to her. He abandoned her to a monster which completely destroyed her life.

"That woman that you speak of is my sister" Fury consumed me that she was calling a woman who didn't even care about her and would want nothing more than to destroy her sister. They might be related but they are nothing alike. She was a devil while Dahlia was just like her name, a precious flower who captures heart at first glance. "Is she? She will never call you that and you know that" "It doesn't matter now leave, alright" I was heartbroken that she was leaving me alone when I hadn't done anything wrong. I was just trying to let her see that her sister was not a good person and that she Shouldn't stop her heart from falling for me.

"Don't play smart with me I know you have been screwing my sister's brains out. She hasn't stopped bragging about you at dinner and it's begining to sicken me!" "What exactly are you getting at? You know you can walk away from this relationship anytime?" She slapped me across the cheek and stood up. "Why would I do something that silly?" "You are silly if you thought that I would spend the rest if my life with you?" "I'm silly!" She shouted. "You are stupid for fucking whoring sister. That bitch is only using you why can't you see that." I flipped the table and backed her up in the corner. I pressed her back against the wall and barked at her. "Say that about her again and I will rip your fu

“Keisha.” She ignored him. Opened the folder. The first thing she saw wasn’t text. It was photographs. Dozens. Women. Different apartments. Different years. Different smiles. Some candid. Some clearly taken without the subjects realizing. Keisha’s stomach turned instantly. “What the hell…” She flipped faster now. More photographs. More notes. Behavioral observations. Emotional patterns. Arguments. Withdrawal cycles. Attachment markers. Her pulse started pounding harder. This wasn’t documentation. It was surveillance.

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?”

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.

I walked back toward the main hall, my heart pounding harder with every step. And then I saw her. My sister. Standing in the center of the room. She was smiling, happy and I was going towards her and almost immediately I froze! Because she wasn’t alone anymore, Her hand was wrapped around his arm. And this time… I could see his face clearly. My heart stopped. My breath caught. My entire world came trembling. Because the man I had just left in that room… Was her fiancé.

Yuichi POV - The crowd cheered as Flame’s fiance walked to the center, escorted by Flame’s brother, Lance Hart, my old friend. I didn’t take my eyes off Flame’s fiancee, Carla Christine Zabala. Not only does she look like my wife’s name, but every angle of her face and body looks like my wife. Fuck. She is not Flame’s fiance, Carla Christine Zabala is my wife. She is only mine. I clenched my jaw. My fist clenched when Christine approached Flame and kissed that bastard.