George Not Found Sister Novels & Stories

Marissa sobbed through her tears, "Dad, Mom, Gordon, I called you all here today because I'm hoping you can do something about Yelena." That had Dad eyeing me with blatant displeasure. "What humiliating thing did she do this time?" "I've already caught her trying to trick me into giving her Xander's contact information several times. She must think Gordon isn't good enough and wants to steal Xander. I'm her older sister! How could she do this to me?" She then made a huge show of wiping away her tears, appearing all the more pitiful, even as she snuck glances at Gordon. In that moment, I understood—she was trying to rile Gordon up.

“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?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

"Cynthia was our real sister! You're the fake!" The entitled look of arrogance on Sarah's face instantly froze. Joseph trembled as he picked up the reports from the floor, reading them over and over again. "No... That's impossible..." he muttered, shaking all over. "The sister we lost... The real sister we searched for over ten years..." Thomas' voice was terribly hoarse. "It was never Sarah." He pointed in the direction where my spirit floated. For a moment, I thought he could see me. "It was Cynthia."

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

"Public. Specific. No ambiguity whatsoever." He looked at the ceiling briefly. "What did she say." "She called me her sister," Irina said quietly. He looked at her. At her face. At whatever was on it. "Good," he said. Simply. Like it was the only appropriate response to that information. She held his hand. He held hers back. The hospital room did its hospital room thing around them and outside Atlanta went about its Wednesday and somewhere across the city Sasha McKinney was presumably still being available to anyone who wanted to take her up on it and finding, as she'd predicted, that nobody was.

Maybe she's just a teenager, but I want Gretta Mikhaelovich to know I don't care for her, either. No woman with that much male attention could ever be anything but clumsy and stupid. I could tell she loved spending her daddy's money on her pink designer heels. Her sister is wearing sandals. I might save millions by marrying his sister instead. Galena is odd but interesting. If you compare her to her brother, she's amazing; if she stood next to Gretta, she would merge with the wallpaper. This scenario works well for me. I'd rather not have a wife to which all my cousins are attracted.

Not Aaron, not Sabine, not Gianna. My voice came again, sharper this time, slicing through the air. “I asked a question.” I looked at each of them, desperate for a hint of truth. “Where is my daughter?” George’s body stiffened in my arm. His tiny hands fisted the blanket tighter, his knuckles turning white. I looked down at him, my breath catching. “Baby,” I said, brushing his hair back from his damp forehead. “Tell me. What happened to your sister?” He didn’t look up. His lower lip trembled, his breathing quick and shallow. I felt the tears already forming, that strange burn behind my eyes that comes right before everything falls apart.

The golden daughter who could do no wrong, who inherited everything, who had the company handed to her on a silver platter even though she had never worked a day in her life for it. And now she had Damien Carrington too. Victoria pulled up to George's apartment building twenty minutes later, her tears finally slowing. She checked her reflection in the rearview mirror, making sure her distress was still visible but not too extreme. Timing was everything. She knocked on his door, and when George opened it; still in his dress shirt from earlier, tie loosened, looking exhausted, Victoria immediately fell into his arms. George instinctively wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "George,

"Brother, every time I see you alone, I feel like stealing a beautiful woman on the street to be my sister-in-law. Once there's someone accompanying you, taking care of you, I don't have to worry about you anymore." "You just need to take care of your family right now. Don't worry about me." "Brother, find me a sister-in-law quickly. I'm serious, Father and Aunt would be happy in heaven once you've settled down." George was speechless. He really wanted to tell her that their father wasn't dead, but at this moment, he didn't know who had taken him away. And he couldn't admit anything either. He took a deep breath and said, "Well, after this, you can find someone for me then."