Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Sister

"The photo in the hallway—do you perhaps know who the girl is? The one with Pierce?" Harriet paused, raising her brows. "Not sure. I wasn't here then." "Oh," Camille muttered, disappointed. "But—" Harriet leaned in slightly and lowered her voice. "I heard she's Pierce's sister." "His sister?" Camille blinked. "Adopted, apparently," Harriet added, returning to her chopping. "I'm not really sure though. Just gossip I heard years ago." "Adopted?" Camille repeated, staring at the fruit, stunned.

“Harper Lyons is officially back together with her ex-husband.” I chewed slowly. “Which one? Ex-husband number one, number two, or the one with the vineyard and divorce-lawyer taste in shoes?” “The vineyard.” I swallowed. “Oh. That’s a tax strategy.” Sienna laughed softly as she turned something in the pan. “That’s what I said. No sane woman goes back to a man who once wore suede loafers to a backyard party in the rain.” Arianna pointed at her. “Exactly. And she posted a photo of their hands in Napa with the caption some stories find their way home.”

HARRY Oh, crap! No way, it's not her. My sister has been gone for a long time! It's impossible to believe she's my sister. Fuck! I was hit by the steering wheel and had to rush back to the Imperial Estate. Harry Standord, also known as Harry Ceasar Imperial, is my real name, and I'm an agent on a mission to find out who murdered my sister. I still had to hide my identity in order to find the person who killed my younger sister and took her away.

The girls excitement was to see if he was one of the hot ones to hook up, while guys on the other hand were excited to see which gang he would join, considering the rumours also mentioned him to be one of the high class. "What do you think will he look like? Will he have red flaming hairs with green eyes?" Sam asked with a girlish giggle, while the others joined in. "Or sandy blond wavy locks with ocean blue eyes!" "Are you dreaming of Harry Styles?" Riley asked incredulously to Christi, who looked baffled. "Harry Styles doesn't have sandy blond hairs! Get it together!" While the girls bickered on, Sam turned her attention to Agatha, who was busy scrolling through her I*******m. "What do yo

She stuck out her tongue at me rubbing the obvious fact in my face. Her words pierced my heart as I wiped the tears away. "Look Nadia, I came looking for you to give you your birthday gift-" Harry held up a silver necklace. "And yo-you fucked my sister. For how long has this been going on?" I turned to Harry, resisting the urge to smack his face as more tears sprang up in my eyes. He didn't even know I preferred gold jewelry after a year of being together. He remained silent. There and then I knew it.How could I have been a fool? For how long did they laugh about it behind my back?

Christy said, her voice suddenly sounding strained and hard. "You really do look all grown up, Christy. When was the last time I saw my baby sister?" the woman said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. My eyes widened in complete shock at her words. I couldn't believe this twist. The fashion stylist - the alpha king's personal fashion stylist - was Christy's elder sister. The sister she had never once mentioned in all our conversations. The sister who clearly had some kind of history with her that made Christy's entire demeanor change the moment she walked through that door.

“No, you haven’t. But I’ve always figured you’d tell me when you were ready.” I smiled, expecting no less from her. Alexa was one not to pry. I took a breath. “Well, you've met Harry and you already know he's my older brother." She nodded. "But Harry and I are not our parent's only children. We have a sister. Her name was Clarissa. " "Was? " "Yes. She is dead. " "Oh. I'm sorry about that. " Her hand reached across the table, fingers lacing with mine, warm and steady.

I tell her. "Yeah, I'm not sure if I should trim it." She says, looking down at her unruly, black curls. "Harry liked it like this." She says, quietly. "Maybe that's reason enough to cut it. Is your mom's trimmed?" She asks. "It was trimmed into a neat triangle." I answer, knowing that we're purposely avoiding the main content of the video. "But my sister waxes it for her now and it's completely hairless." "Really?" She says, sitting up. "Now, I really do want to see it." She says. "You were concerned about how Harry set me up to have pleasure only with him, weren't you?" She asks.

I tell her. "Yeah, I'm not sure if I should trim it." She says, looking down at her unruly, black curls. "Harry liked it like this." She says, quietly. "Maybe that's reason enough to cut it. Is your mom's trimmed?" She asks. "It was trimmed into a neat triangle." I answer, knowing that we're purposely avoiding the main content of the video. "But my sister waxes it for her now and it's completely hairless." "Really?" She says, sitting up. "Now, I really do want to see it." She says. "You were concerned about how Harry set me up to have pleasure only with him, weren't you?" She asks.

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi