Judge Faith Sister Novels & Stories

"She isn't like the pack wolves, Jake. She doesn't care about power, or crowns, or territory. She only cares about keeping the people she loves alive. If she has to play a dark game to save me, she will. But she would never do it for herself. Whoever hurt you... I'm sorry. But my sister is different." Jake leaned his head back against the stone wall, staring blindly at the ceiling. The irony was a physical blade twisting in his chest. He envied the boy’s absolute faith. He wished he could still believe in someone the way Leo believed in his sister. But his own faith had been completely shattered on the hardwood floor of the VIP lounge, buried beneath the shards of a broken whiskey glass. "It

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

"You… You really were reborn! I know that you only chose Seth out of defiance. You're going to regret it!" I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how radiant I was. I said coldly, "Regret? Why would I regret it? "Andon, know your place. I'm your sister-in-law now, and if you keep being rude, I'll tell your older brother so that he can teach you how to behave." Andon was rendered speechless. He could not do anything except lower his voice and say threateningly, "Do you think you have an advantage over me because you're with Seth?

His words hit my chest like a physical blow. But if a family has no love or respect left, can it still be called famiglia? My mind drifted uncontrollably to my late sister, Seraphina. I knew that Seraphina and Horton had been considered a perfect match since childhood. They shared the same cold intelligence, the same hunger for power. They had fought side by side in this brutal underworld since they were young, and they forged a deep bond. My sister had always been the dazzling, brilliant daughter of a mafia family, while I was always in her shadow. Few people even remembered the Rossi family had a younger daughter.

If you dare to lay those evil-infested hands of yours on me again, I will kick your jaw until your dental setting becomes disorganised” Craig scowled and hissed aloud. He walked away and Diana screamed after him “Craig I am your real sister not Sophia. You'll have to love me more and help me….” Craig chuckled. So she had suddenly realised that they are related? It's really pathetic. How can he accept being related to a woman who is a criminal? How can he bring such a dent to his parents name? He turned himself to face her and said “my real sister is dead, to me and to my parents. As it is now, only Sophia owes all the love because she had played the role of a sister and daughter, perfectly”

"Ending your life is not the solution, Miss Codza. Please, hear the cries of your little boy." Zion ran towards me to hold my leg. "Mommy, come let's go play." He stopped crying immediately he was able to get close to me. "Don't be sad, Zaya will be fine. God will heal her." He was not aware of his sister's death yet. At the mention of Zaya, pain increased and his faith that God would heal her had me acting blindly. "Let me go, Zion. Go back to your room and remain there!" I roughly pushed him off my legs.

"I still believe that, but Faith…this is involving family. This isn't about people accepting our choices. This could hurt others. Hell, it already has." Faith found herself clenching and unclenching her hands into fists. Her body was tight, tense, and she really wanted to move around. She knew he was right. Her head knew, anyway. The rest of her was fed up with her sister. Faith also knew she should be angry at Edwin, and she would be. Later. Right now, her rage focused on her hypocritical sister who called her a slut and a whore while Cherish played private secretary to Edwin behind everyone's back. Faith would not give in to the little bitch, no matter the consequences. "I don't care."

Jeremy didn’t think he would ever care for Faith until he met her. Faith is not a typical Bianchi. She is sweet, kind, helpful, innocent, loving, and caring – she is everything Jeremy endorses. The day he saw her with Kami in the market, he instantly knew this was his sister, and even when he had never seen her before, or talked to her before – he felt the brotherly pull towards her. He didn’t want her to get dragged into this world and hoped for her to get back to her old life back, but the more he learned about her situation, the more difficult it seemed to him. …

But Faiz was very attentive and observant; she noticed her motive immediately. “I am yours if you want to share with someone. I will be glad if you talk it out with me.” Faiz was ready to give her shoulder for Amelia to lean on if she ever decided to share. “When I was eight, I saw my sister in a form worse than an animal, beaten and abused. I found her in the worst condition. She was raped by a group of wolves. But instead of serving justice, my parents and the whole village sacrificed my sister's dignity. Those monsters were set outside, without any punishment or redemption. My sister died in vain and in the worst way possible. So I resent everyone—my parents, those monsters, the whole vil

I put my hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. “I know you are still worried. I know nothing I or any other person says can lessen the burden in your heart but I need you to have Faith. Be hopeful and trust me because I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure I get your sister. I promise you, nothing is going to happen to her. Okay?” She looks at me, eyes tired. “Thank you, Damien. Thank you.” A few more days pass and sure enough, Vale’s information has turned out to be correct.