Johnny Storm Sister Novels & Stories

Girls standing in the hallway and talking about my husband. I really should start getting to read about Damian. I wouldn’t to be asked a question by a reporter someday about my husband and my brain comes up blank. It would be so annoying. I turned to a corner when a hand suddenly shove me to the floor. I looked up to see Steph and her minions. A part of me became angry, the larger part however softened at the sight of my sister. It had been a while that I saw her. I suddenly missed my sister. “Steph,” I stood to my feet

"I want to see Nora, but I can't face her. I'm a terrible brother. I'm not even human. I deserve to rot in hell for what I've done." "What are you talking about? Nora jumped on her own. It's not your fault," Maggie said softly. "Shut up!" Mitchell roared, slapping her across the face. The woman he once treasured above all else now held no warmth in his eyes. Not even a trace of affection. "Wh-why did you hit me?" Maggie clutched her cheek, staring at him in shock and disbelief. "I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!"

Jiraq was doing more research on the angelic beings amongst the earthners, he had even traveled to Greece for it today, to get more books that is. Whatever it was to get our other part. I thought, scrunching my face when Storm’s step sister came to stand before me, her eyes twinkling like a deer caught with headlights at night, her smile all wide and ugly. What did she want now? I thought, my eyes keen enough to take note of the guy that had just walked up to Storm and hugged her before she could say Jack Robinson. How dare he? I thought, wanting to move toward them, but remembering that I had to keep a facade. “That is Curtis, my ex boyfriend.” her step sister stated, disgust coating her vo

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

Then, he took a step backward and asked while trembling, “Who are you?” Olivia was frozen on the ground. She pointed at herself in disbelief. “Ian, I’m your sister, Olivia.” “Sister? Olivia?” Ian took a step backward and shook his head. “No, I don’t have a sister like you. You’re an evil woman!” “How am I an evil woman? I love you so much, don’t you know that?” “No! Don’t come any closer to me!” Olivia turned to look at John. “Johnny, what’s going on?”

Storm laughed. “Sounds like my Aysen. Kids, come here.” Cra called out. Five males walked towards her. “This is my mate, Allister Rango Hager and our boys, Aysen, Axel, Arlo, and Ashtyn. Boys, these are my little sisters Storm and River and my little brothers, Rebel and Ryder Hawk SilverMoon.” “It’s very nice to meet you, Luna Storm.” Allister bowed. “May we call you Aunt Storm?” The one named Arlo asked.

After stands up flicking her knife. "No," Storm says, looking at After’s knife. “Then what’s the problem? We good to be a member, why the fuck can’t we claim someone?” After stands up for Frost and I watch the men start to squirm. Storm laughs, and wisely doesn’t look at me. "Fine, I'll take it." I say nothing, and listen as the other discuss duties and other nonsense. I give my sister a minute before I follow her out and stay behind her as she walks to Storms room. He runs after her, ignoring me, which is a good move.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

Then, little slyly, Ruth continued again, "Well, you are really close to me and like my own little sister. You know right how much I like your- I mean Nick is really too perfect." Lizzy's lips curled up with a smirk, while hugging Ruth's shoulder in a friendly way, Lizzy assured Ruth, "Don't worry, sis. You are the only suitable person for my worthless brother who can show him the right path. So, I am also in your team siso. No matter, what the situation is." While talking, both of them started walking towards the crowd where everyone was searching for Ruth. Ruth replied in an impressed tone, "Thanks Lizzy. You are the best sister ever." Then after a little pause, she continued, "Lizzy, toda