In My Sister’s Place Novels & Stories

they crowd me tugging my sleeve poking at the keys in my hand firing questions so fast my brain cant keep up,. their voices bounce off the walls in a warm chaotic blur.,i ruffle the closest head offering them a tired half smile even though my pulse is banging against the inside of my neck,. “Hey, guys,” I say. “Where’s your sister?” “Not sure probably Upstairs!” one of them shouts. “She’s mad,” another one whispers like it’s a secret. “Or sad. I dunno. Maybe both.” my stomach drops a little but i force a steady breath.maybe she is nervous too.,maybe shes been thinking about the message she sent the same way i have.,

"I saw you as my own sister and gave you the best. I spoiled you because you needed a father's love, and there was no one else to give it. I thought love and material indulgences would be enough to fill the void within you. I thought you would grow into a kind, righteous, and God-fearing woman." Selina's face was starting to twist from fear and shock. I laughed at myself. "But I was wrong. Dead wrong. The sister I raised is nothing but an ungrateful wretch." She staggered backward, and she crashed into a coffee table. It groaned. She shook her head in denial. "No, no, no. This is a lie! That's bullshit!" "Then, go home and ask Grandpa all about it." I looked at her coldly and crushed the las

It doesn't make any sense at all, but all I can do is follow Alice's advice. It was already late when I arrived at our mansion in Majuscule, and I smiled when I realized my sister was around since I saw her car in the garage. And I couldn't wait to tell her about Megan, and I am sure she is waiting for me in the living room. She usually comes home every time she gets bored in her condo. I asked her to stay with me or in our house in the metropolis, but she wanted to reside in her condo since she hates waking up early in the morning.

"What do you mean she's handing over the position to me? The position must be mine!" Lia Smith grumbled softly, clearly displeased by what she had just heard. "You can't seriously let someone who was exiled host the offering ceremony, can you? Besides—" "Lia! It's getting late! Hurry up and get ready!" my mother, Vanessa Greene, cut Lia off. Without wasting another second, she dragged Lia away. My mate-to-be, Kellan Cohen, spoke up for Lia. "Lia doesn't mean any harm. She's just blunt and speaks her mind. Don't take it to heart."

When my sister answered I asked, "Are you somewhere you can safely sit for five minutes?" "I'm in my car parked by the Sherman Oaks Galleria. The motor is off." "I want you to talk to someone here with me." "Who?" "Do you remember a classmate of mine who called you for a long time after I disappeared attempting to get in touch with me?" "Donna somebody. She just about drove me crazy."

"I'll just go get it" I looked around. "So where is your sister?". "She's not at this Worth Mansion, she's over at Reece's place, Carter Mansion". "Is it around here?". I asked curious. "Yep, they are actually close. Just two minutes from this mansion". "So its just you guys that have this place?". "Well we are one family, Carter and Worth, they have the whole of this area in their name thats why this place is secluded". She explained. "I get it now".

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A while later, my sister knocks on the door and get inside our house. “Where are you going?” she asked. “We will be having a shoot in Tagaytay for the music video I am producing” I answered her. “Woah. That’s great! Don’t forget to bring alcohol and stay away from the crowd. Keep safe and take care there” she reminded. “Thanks!” and she closed the door. I got shocked when the door was opened again. “By the way, your friend is already here. He’s downstairs” She added.

Justine said, pulling me to sit comfortably on one of their black leather couch. "That is my little sister, Fender, she is used to Caramel so don't worry about that, I'm sorry if it was an awkward scene for you." He apologized on his sister's behalf. "It.. it's okay." I swallowed, unable to conceal the nervousness and anxiety that greatly came with having to talk to him like this. I looked around the living room. There was a forty- two inches television displayed on the wall across from me and the whole space had a bit of antique labeled to it that made the room appear magnificent.

I said, setting my empty glass on the table in front of him. “Suite yourself.” ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ “Flavio!” I hear my sister’s voice fill the foyer. Home sweet fucking home. I shut the door behind me and gave my suitcase to one of the maids. “Welcome back Mr. Romeo.” The middle-aged woman greeted. I nodded and stepped further into the house. “Oh thank God you are home.” My sister Abree sighed as she approached me dragging my eleven year old brother by the collar.