Jake Paul Sister Novels & Stories

was the only thing that came to Ken's mind. "No buddy... uhm why do you ask?" Ken pretended to be unfazed. "You are lying Uncle. Truly speaking i met them at the amusement park today. My brother is called Jake and my sister is called Jane. Jake and I look exactly the same. Though Jane looks like us, but trust me uncle, she look more like mommy. Even the way she talks." Jade giggled. Ken immediately went and sat next to him. " Did you tell your mommy about this?" Ken whispered to the boy.

I spat, dripping with irony. But Jake’s silence confirmed my suspicion. A silence so cruel it tore me apart. “Is it true? Is she coming here? You’re dating my sister!” I screamed. Jake slammed his hands on the desk and stood abruptly. He glared at me, pointing a finger in my face. “You cheated on me and slept with my brother while I was away. You’re no saint, Kiara. You’re a manipulative woman who’s done nothing but waste my time.” My chin trembled. I bit my lower lip to stop it, but the tears in my eyes blurred my vision of him.

This was a trap for Paul… AJ was going to use her to get Paul back… As long as he didn’t kill her brother… *** AJ walked out of the room and headed downstairs. This was one the first time in his life that AJ kept anything from Tristan. Lillianna Damion was Paul’s sister. Nobody knew that but AJ. AJ who did his homework and made sure to know the ins and the outs of anybody who walked through their doors.

Instead, I glance around the room again, taking everything in, the wheelchair, the medications, the careful setup… “I’m Pamela, by the way. Since Jakey here seems to have lost his manners,” his sister chimes in. “But you can call me Pam.” Jake smiles sheepishly. “Sorry.” “It’s nice to meet you, Pam,” I say, smiling at her. “I’m Lila.” She studies me for a moment, then smiles faintly. “I know.” I blink. “Oh?” “Jakey talks about you,” she says. I swing my head in Jake’s direction, hiding my smile when I see him glaring at his sister. “Does he?” I ask.

I opened the door and walked out and faced the reporters. “Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.”

"Fine. I'll apologize." Thousands of viewers flooded the livestream in seconds. I took a deep breath. My voice was shaking. "My name is Jennifer Rocher. I admit here and now that I have harmed my daughter, Ellie, as well as Lydia Winston. I sincerely apologize to both of them." Lydia dabbed at her dry eyes. "Jennifer, I don't blame you. I will raise Ellie well. Harvey says she looks just like me. Maybe that's fate—maybe we were always meant to be mother and daughter."

"Helena was sleeping with multiple men. Paulo wasn't sure how many. At least two others besides him." The words landed like stones. I'd known about Paulo, but others... "Did he give names?" "He didn't know names. A British investment banker she met at some charity thing. I think I know now who it was." His jaw clenched. "Reid's looking into the rest." I put my fork down again; my hands curled around my teacup. "Why are you telling me this? You could have kept it to yourself. I would never have known." "Because you deserve the truth about your sister. About what kind of person she really was. It might help you move on." His eyes met mine, dark and serious. "And because the police think her af

Maybe a hundred times more since he last saw her when she won the school pageant back in college. “How can I not remember about her sister?” She would always tell him about Amanda… Amanda - Mandy, Mandy - Amanda! He got it. He regretted that he didn’t pay attention to Annie’s stories about her sister. All that he remembered was Annie was only two years older. But she looked nothing like her sister. “I mean, they’re both pretty.” But one could hardly find any resemblance. Mandy’s hair was really really dark, Annie’s was a bit on the blonde side, or maybe it was the hair coloring.

"Jake's life is in danger, Kalia, whether you believe me or not. I didn’t want to come here. Honestly, a part of me does not care whether he lives or dies after everything he has done, but he is the father of your child and he is in danger." Kalia got up and started pacing up and down, for a few minutes that was all she did. Finally she stopped and took my hand," Come with me," I followed her and we went to another room where she pulled an older looking woman and a woman around her age and walked us outside. "Eric, this is Maria and Maya. Jake's mother and sister." she said, "This is Eric my best friend," "What are you doing?" Maria asked confused, "Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?

I open the chat, and there’s a single photo inside that makes my entire body go still. Jake. And a girl, maybe fifteen, with the same tired eyes and pursed mouth. His sister. They’re standing next to each other, smiling cheekily, and there’s a sash across her body with the words Birthday Girl written on it. I can make the faint silhouette of a cake in the dark backdrop. My hand flies over my lips as I open the profile. It has no followers or posts. I click back to the chat. Someone is typing. [Jake’s sister.]