Judge Faith Sister Novels & Stories

“Try again.” I twisted toward him as much as the seat belt would allow. “Listen carefully, de Sanctis. Regardless of the biological fact that Max and Issa are your children, you are Fiona’s fiancé. I am Fiona’s sister. You are also my client. Our past died in Boston with the ring that hit you in the face. I hope the scar still itches sometimes.” “You still think about that?” “The scar?” “The ring.” “Stop it.” I forced my voice to stay level. “We don’t have anything anymore. Not personally. Not romantically. Not physically. Not in any way that would require me to explain myself to God, or to my mother, in whatever order becomes necessary.”

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

Tiger called out. “Shut up Big Guy. You got yourself a beautiful girlfriend and you kept quiet about it? You are not scared are you baby? Of course not. Let’s go.” Faith threw me a wide eyed look and I just shrugged. “I HAVE A LITTLE SISTER. Yaaaaaaay!” well, I did mention that we were hardly going to see her right?

The doctor said consoling me," Please, have your trust in God. Maybe, he will do any kind of miracle. At least, you can pray for your sister." I didn't say anything hearing him. I have lost my faith from religion that day when I was crying non-stop for my dying parents. But, Allah didn't show any mercy on me. Then, He let that fucker Adeel to destroy my sister's life. I have lost my faith in everything. I asked the doctor," Can I meet Haniya?" " Yes. Of course. She is in her cabin now. You can meet her," The doctor said having an awkward smile.

Joy hesitated. Just enough. Then said— “I was curious.” The answer was simple. Believable. Dangerous in its own way. Sister Maria studied her carefully. “And you expect me to believe that?” Joy lifted her eyes slightly. “You’ve always said curiosity leads to mistakes,” she replied quietly. “I made one.” The room fell silent again. But this silence was different. Shifted. Uncertain. Christiana’s chest tightened. Joy was lying. For her. But not for her.

She gave me a small smile and nodded her head once. “I want to remind you that it was not your fault, Skylar. You didn’t cause your sister’s death and it is absolutely wrong for everyone to put all the blame on you. Her days were numbered so, and her time on earth was over. There was nothing we could do to change that. There are things were can change, but others, we can’t.” Whaaaaaaaaat?

Faith’s sister exclaimed with a warm smile, pulling her into a hug. Lisa laughed softly, returning the hug. “Good morning, sis. You’re looking great as always.” “You too, my dear. You’re glowing! I don’t even need to ask how you’re doing, it's written all over you,” she said, still smiling as she motioned for Lisa to come in. Lisa chuckled modestly. “Thank you. You’re too kind.” They both walked into the living room, and Faith’s sister went back to the list she was writing in her notepad.

She quickly caught up with Katherine, who was very tall and peered down at her with curiosity. "So... you're Faith." She hummed, appraising her from head to toe. "Erm, yes. And you're Katherine, William's sister." Faith began to chuckle, but stopped when she saw the unamused look on Katherine's face. She certainly didn't seem to smile much. "Yes. What do you think of my brother?" She asked curiously and very bluntly. "Erm... well, I... well, he kidnapped me." Faith stuttered, not entirely sure on how to answer.

I said carefully, turning to face her, keeping my hands open and steady at my sides. "There wasn't a good time," she whispered, staring down at the scuffed floorboards, refusing to meet my gaze. "He put his faith in a Ferguson once. An oath of brotherhood sworn on the old stones. It cost him his rank, his pack, and his life." "Bridie, look at me." The command was soft, stripped of all Alpha dominance. She hesitated, her throat working, before finally lifting her chin. Her eyes were bright with moisture, completely unguarded in a way that stripped away every layer of defense she had ever built against the world.

I avoid my sister's gaze as I walk past her, my head bowed in shame. I know how she acts when she is angry. Sarah can destroy any fûcking time when she is mad. She is force to be reckoned with when she's upset. Aiden must know that too – he has seen her blow up before. "What do you think you are doing, Blacksmith? How dare you even consider messing around with my sister! She is my sister, for heaven's sake!" Sarah's voice rings in my ears. I enter my room and sit on my bed.