Harry Styles Sister Novels & Stories

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

“She’s been… strange lately.” I forced a laugh. “No, not at all. Maybe she’s just stressed. You know how she gets.” It was a weak excuse, but she accepted it. Or maybe she wanted to believe it. The thought of her sister and her fiancé sharing a secret that could destroy her — no, she couldn’t even begin to imagine it. And yet, the more I tried to pretend, the more the truth gnawed at me.

They both had nice, big tits, hips that tapered into a fairly narrow waist, and my sister's lips even reminded me uncomfortably of Christy's. Unlike Christy, whose hair was light brown, my sister had black curly hair like mine. Hers came halfway down her back, though. I had to keep mine cropped short on the sides and back for work. Anyone who saw me and Gwynne standing together would be able to guess we were siblings. And most of my friends over the years had thought my sister was hot. My eyes strayed again to Gwynne's lips and I had to suppress a shudder of my own.

she said in a low voice. She walked toward the door, still holding the phone. “Jackson, let me check who it is. I’ll call you right back.” “Alright. Don’t take forever,” he teased. Anita smiled and ended the call. She unlocked the door and pulled it open. Then froze. Standing outside was Grace. Her younger sister. Grace looked exhausted. Her hair was messy, her eyes tired, and two travel bags rested on the floor beside her. Anita blinked in confusion. “Grace?”

I almost cried when I realized today was the death anniversary of my late sister Stella. Growing up, my older sister, Stella, always seemed to have it all. She was the golden child, the apple of my mother's eye. While I tried to find my place among the shadows, Stella effortlessly commanded attention. She had inherited our mother's stunning looks and confident demeanor, making her the epitome of their shared aspirations.

RYAN Harold Windsor was a complete asshole. And I might just fucking kill him. Up until about a year ago, I’d thought my sister was dead. I’d thought her body was even buried, but it wasn’t. Another damn body was placed in my sister’s coffin, charred beyond recognition so nobody would notice. The story was that Layla was in a car with Macerick Sinclair, both of them high out of their minds. But she was the one driving. Not him.

Surprised, she walked up to them. "Dad, Mom, what are you doing here?" she asked. Harry and Lilian, caught off guard, exchanged a glance before responding to her hesitantly. "Wendy, your sister's back in the country. We brought her here," Harry said. 'Jessica?' Through the hotel's gleaming floor-to-ceiling windows, Wendy spotted her sister Jessica and immediately froze. Jessica was wearing the exact same blue-and-white skirt from the photo in Stanley's phone. The college student was none other than her own sister!

“I heard you’ve been looking for me sister. Don’t tell me you’re still pissed over me taking your boyfriend. Well keep looking, you’re closer than you think. I, on the other hand, cannot wait to meet you, big sister.” ‘Is this some cruel joke?’ Hannah muttered, throwing the paper away. The letter was from her sister, Lily. “No, it couldn’t have been her,” Hannah muttered, shaking the thought away. She was certain that if the lady that came to her door earlier was her sister, she would have known. Hannah shrugged and picked up the letter again, looking for any clues to help her find Lily, maybe an address or postal code, but just as the thought occurred to her, she quickly dismissed it.

Harry entered with a determined step. He was reassured to know that the Mad One had not yet arrived. "Hey, Harry, hi! Welcome to the Crossroad Cafe!" the two young Wind Tribe members said in unison. The brother and sister standing in front of him shared some common features. They both had wavy black hair and brown eyes that shone with kindness. They wore a black T-shirts with the Café logo. The young man had dark jeans, while his sister wore a long skirt with ethnic patterns. She had a ring on each finger.

I might not have felt it if I never met them because I didn’t know of their existence but they would have lived the rest of their lives knowing they had another sister who they couldn’t find. “Can I join?” I heard Harry’s voice. I didn’t even know how long I had been holding my sister. We broke apart, looked at each other, and then beckoned Harry to join in. He was taller than the two of us and easily enveloped us in his arms. “I am so glad that we are finally complete. Our relatives called us crazy when we talked about having another sister, imagine their faces when Harry told them we found you.” Helaine said, sniffing back tears.