Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Sister

Such a pity, a handsome ma like that should put himself above this kind of women. Rachel finish her work for the day and got ready to go when her phone rings without looking at the caller identification. " Hello?" "Babe, Rachel!, Where are you I'm waiting outside your apartment please talk to me. I will explain..." Harry said . "Explain? Really Harry what is it now. You were seduce by a starlet to gain favours on your next project, how many times did you told me that pack of lies before. But this time it's my sister you're shacking up to! My sister we are talking about. My twin sister for god sake! Get lost Harry don't bother me anymore as long as I'm concern we are over!" She hang the pho

"Hi, I'm Alice, Kyle's elder sister, I'm a fashion designer, I attend Liverpool Fashion College. You're Cynthia right?" "Yes.... I'm sorry that I didn't introduce myself soon, I'm Cynthia Briggs, my sister also goes to Liverpool Fashion College" she replied still nervous. Alice understood her insecurities. It's alright to feel shy. Alice remembered how shy she had been when she met Enzo's friends at first. She decided to lighten the mood. "Wow, what's your sister's name?" "Well, she, she doesn't go there anymore" "Ohh why? What's her name?" Cynthia hesitated before replying, "Olivia, Olivia Briggs is my sister, she's traveled out of the country now"

I felt even more like a potato in front of her. The man next to him was no stranger to me. He was none other than Harry Styles, an actor and celebrity known for lawsuits. He had become famous after a scandal involving his girlfriend, and I remember that this had been a time when he avoided following the lives of the famous, so I didn't know the reasons for so many controversies.

"Maisie, where are you? Please, I'm begging you to come back. I know I'm in the wrong..." Hearing his desperate, broken words pushed Rebecca closer to the edge. She was consumed with hatred for Maisie, secretly praying her sister had died somewhere, never to return. However, something happened that day that shattered her last remaining hope. She found Agatha clutching one of Maisie's few photographs, weeping uncontrollably and murmuring endless apologies. Rebecca finally snapped after holding in her anger all day. She slapped the photo out of Agatha's hands and shouted, "Why?! I'm supposed to be the family princess! Maisie can't compare to me in anything, so why do all of you only remember s

She managed to contain her reaction, though, because her hunch was adamant that this woman bore her no ill will. “Who are you?” Faye asked, her tone formal. Judging by her resplendent beauty and regality, Faye was sure this was no ordinary woman, which meant there was even less reason for one such fine young lady to come to her. “My name is Lysithea. I’m Zayn’s sister.” Faye was stunned. She remembered Zayn as the only child—there was never any talk about having a sister. “You’re joking, right? He’s the only child in his family. He doesn’t have a sister,” Faye replied.

She wiped the tears from her cheeks and told me what had been kept secret from me all this time. "In the past, my husband had a little sister. They were often alone at home because their parents were busy with their school, taking their master's degree together. One day, because he wanted to play with his friends, he left his sister who was napping. When he came back, the house had been engulfed in flames!" My heart felt like it was being ripped apart hearing Mrs. Harry's story. "That was a story from twenty years ago. If his sister were still alive, her age would be around your age!" Mrs. Harry cried as she told the story. "When Harry saw you all alone, he remembered his sister. That's why

"She's my sister." It was as if he wanted to show that Stephanie belonged to him, and Harry could not kiss her. "She's also my daughter." "You have never raised her." Harry was defeated again in front of Henric. When he thought that Stacy was still missing, he said, "Take care of your sister." "I will." Harry wanted to touch his head, but he did not. He glanced at them and turned around and walked out of the room. No one had eaten dinner tonight, so Olena prepared some again. When she saw Harry coming out, she said, "Eat something."

Everyone became a frozen statue at their place. But in a few seconds murmuring started again, but, more loud and clear. Students started talking about Harry's past or whatever biodata they have or heard. -"What is he talking about!" -"Sister? Did I hear something wrong?" -"Ahh! Guys Harry does have a sister." -"Where did that come from?" -"You guys forgot? We all know that Harry has two younger siblings. One is his sister and the other one is his youngest brother." -"So are you saying that Serene is... No, that can't be true."

BEFORE Luc As I applied rogue blush to the peaks of Lily's cheeks, I realised that I was jealous of my baby sister. Maybe it was the way her hair was pulled up in a messy bun so soft tendrils of ringlets touch her cheeks and stick to her lipgloss or the way her doe eyes were heavily lined (she copies my style at every chance she gets). Maybe it was because Joseph commented on how beautiful and delicate she was on our first date while we were waiting for our moin-moin.

he panted. "What's up, Harry?" I replied, maintaining my pace. Harry leaned in closer, whispering, "It's about your sister." "Yvonne?" I asked. "No, her," he said, pointing across the field to Sally, who was busy with the cheerleading squad. "What about her?" I asked, starting to slow down as confusion crept in. Harry's smile widened. "Can you hook me up with her? She's so pretty." I stopped running altogether, staring at Harry in disbelief. "What do you mean?"