Johnny Storm Sister Novels & Stories

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

"Do you know their name?" "Why does it matter?" "Because what they did was illegal, Grace. Approving you without doing the right vetting, taking bribes—" "Hunter, no." She grabbed my arm. "Please. If this gets out, if people find out I wasn't... that I wasn't... Do you know what they'll say? What will they think?" "I don't give a damn what anyone thinks." "Well, I do." Her voice got louder. "I have to live with this. I'm the sister who slept with her brother-in-law. Who is alive and pregnant with her dead sister's baby. If people find out the whole truth—"

"You are deliberately planning to walk straight into Ferguson territory, unescorted, alone, barely thirty-six hours after their bastards torched my sister's peace banner on the ridge." "His family did not light that fire, Uncle," I snapped, stepping around the table to put myself directly in his line of sight, refusing to cower before the heavy wave of his Alpha pressure. "I have told you that three times already. We found the accelerant. We found the embroidered patch. It was staged."

Her face was bright, her eyes sparkled, and she looked so happy. Too happy. My gaze shifted to the man. Aaric Bernardi. Standing beside her, chatting with Mellan, who was laughing crisply at his side. His large, sturdy, and I remember, painful, hands curled lightly around my sister’s waist. Mellan leaned against him with a confidence that almost made me angry. How could someone who knew every darkest corner of my life appear so perfect to others? How could a horrible man like him get his hands on my sister, who was so kind-hearted? What's more, when he knows I'm his ex-girlfriend and the woman he's been playing with last morning is his fiancée's sister...

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

"Sylvia Hayes, you can't be serious!" My sister, Sylvia, stood up from the wooden stool, her expression firm and serious. "I'm not marrying Captain Zephyr Smith. His heart already belongs to someone else! Even if I marry into the Smith family, I might warm his bed, but I'll never win his heart!" Our dad slammed his hand on the table in anger. "We already accepted the engagement gifts and set the date, and word has already gone out to the whole community. How can you just back out now?!"

“No matter how much it hurts, it can’t compare to the pain when you drove that knife into my heart.” Yuna’s eyes flew wide open, every hair on her body standing on end. “You… too…” Yuna’s leg was broken. She could barely walk, let alone perform as the lead. When my mom heard the news, she rushed over, absolutely furious. “Jana, are you trying to ruin your sister’s future?! “Do you even know one of the judges for this competition is a dance professor from Alderwick University? If they take a liking to your sister, your dad and I won’t have to worry about her grades anymore!”