George Not Found Sister Novels & Stories

“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.

It's stunning, but I know my sister will hate it. "I hate it," she says sourly, surveying the scene. "Oh, come on," Carl replied, putting an arm around her shoulders. "It's not so bad. Look, there's even a pool." It worked. The blue water lay still, the railing only glass before falling two hundred feet. "If you like it so much, then you stay here," Gallena said. "Don't think Nicholas likes me like that." A slight smile appeared on my sister's lips. Dianna and my Aunt Rianna, who was always excited-took a tour on her own; my aunt's "oohs" and "ahhs" could be heard in the hallway. No one else had arrived yet, not even the groom.

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."

I felt that maybe she was angry because I hadn't checked on her. Her voice was dry. "It was wonderful but somehow, his elder brother couldn't turn up. George says he has to arrange another date for me to meet him." I don't know why but I felt a connection between George and Sawyer, remembering the call Sawyer received, and Sawyers' brother is also called George. I don't think it's a coincidence. "This elder brother of his. Do you know his name?" I asked with an amused tone. I didn't want her to guess what I was thinking.

Although he was younger than Nora, she could feel his overbearing hatred. "Ah," The King smiled. "Here's your brother, come to meet you at last." The young man approached the bed, his expression curious but kind. "Welcome home, sister. I'm George." Present-day Nora's unconscious body spasmed on the stone floor as the memory crashed into her awareness. Prince George—the same King George she had met in this lifetime. Her brother. How was that even possible? She opened her mouth in surprise. "How are you big sister?" He asked with a smile on his face.