Judge Faith Sister Novels & Stories

Confirmed Jessica as she watched Vivana walk back to the scene when immediately, the sister recognised her. "Lady Carter?" Uttered the nun in surprise. "Sister constance. I'm really sorry. I know he was a good friend to you." "Yeah. He was a good person." Remarked the nun pissed. "What are you doing here Lady Carter?" "I work with the police sister. I work with her." Pointed Vivana at Jessica. "I know how much Father Andrade meant to you sister and you were his closest friend. You have to help find justice for his murder.

Charlotte assured. “Well, maybe except Nikita.” He added. She scrunched her face up. “Faith is the border between good and evil, but she’s perfect for her brother.” I couldn’t stop myself from bursting into laughter at her facial expression. “Oh no. Please don’t tell Tristan, he’ll kill me.” Her eyes widened and I laughed again. “I’m dead serious. No one has the right to say anything bad about his annoying bratty little sister. He will never let anyone and he has never insulted or scolded her or hurt her feelings in any way, she’s his precious gem. As a very good friend of yours,” good friend of mine? “I’ll advise you to never speak ill of his sister to him or insult her else…'' They shared

When I nodded, she dragged me over to where they were, and he quickly recognized us, which startled him as well, "Hey, Faith, my best friend! You're here as well." "Yeah, we're having a girl's day out, and I noticed you," Faith remarked, looking at Julie in secret. "This is Julianna Garcia or Julie, my girlfriend," Shan stated abruptly as he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend. "Baby, meet my Aunt Faith, she's my father's sister. And, of course, you've already met Ciara, my best friend." "Nice to meet you two," she said with a smile. Faith's sole response was a smile, "Have you two eaten yet?"

“Please, accept our help. She's our Goddaughter and it's our duty to her and to you both. Chris and I can go on our honeymoon anytime, but we don’t know if Cheyenne might live. She needs that heart.” “I can’t lose her, Palmer. She’s everything to me. She’s my little princess,” Faith replied, more tears flowing out of her hazel eyes. Palmer hugged her, caressing her hair. “Then, let Chris talk to Grace. She might be able to do something about it, and we’ll cover the costs. Whatever it is.” Faith nodded in defeat, knowing her friend was as stubborn as an ox and wouldn't take a no for an answer. Palmer wiped her tears away before kissing her cheek gently. She would do anything for her family.

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

“He’s mad at you. Wow, you’ve officially out-scandalised me, little sister.” My lips trembled and I’m on verge of crying. “Will he forgive me?” “Depends on the scandal.” She garbs my shoulder. “Anyway, what did you do to upset our brother, baby sis?” Right, Anya doesn’t know anything and it’s for better. I shake my head, climb the stairs as she follows behind. I reach the top of the stairs, and Judas doesn’t stop me. But he doesn’t invite me to talk either. He’s playing with me.

I'd dо ѕоmе thіngѕ to hеr, I tell уоu whаt. "Whаt іѕ іt, ѕwееthеаrt?" "Dаddу, I nееd your hеlр. The pump ѕtорреd working аnd I nееd уоu to come fіx іt." "I саn't bаbу, I'm grіllіng. Brіаn, hеlр уоur sister out."

It wasn’t the distant composure he wore in every other moment of his life. He was staring at Selene like a man who had finally seen light after a decade buried underground. Not shock. Not concern. Longing. Pure, unguarded longing. Something in Lyra quietly cracked beneath the weight of that realization. Darius had never stopped loving her sister. Not for a single day. “Tell me he’s alive,” Selene’s voice broke as she stumbled forward, rain still dripping from her lashes. “Please… tell me I’m not too late.” No one answered fast enough.

A woman stepped out of a Mercedes Benz,she put on her sunglasses, her heels sinking into the pavement,tall, elegant ,with perfect shape, her hair falling in waves. She walked like she owned the entire building. Faith's smile faded slowly. I know that walk. That confidence. The woman turned and their eyes met. Recognition flashed through the stranger's face , followed by a smile that quite didn't reach her eyes. “Faith SARTINI", the woman's voice was smooth as silk and just as dangerous. “I have heard so much about you ,my little sis told me many things" Something cold moved inside Faith's chest Sister? “Yes my sister, " she said with a smile.