Kat Timpf Sister Novels & Stories

The door swung open and walked none other than Tiffany Morgan, Crandon’s bold, brash, and unforgettable sister. All three women exchanged wide-eyed glances. “Ohhh snap,” Sienna grinned. “Guess who’s back?” Tiffany threw her arms wide like she was entering a concert stage. “I’m back again, bitches! Yes, I’m up in this bitch.” The room erupted with laughter. Kira stood up and gave her a quick hug. “Girl! How was the hunt for more potential Universal Airline victims?”

she corrected leaving Jasmine speechless. "Ladies, if you don't mind?" She asked as the girls began to leave the room leaving Jasmine and Tommy's sister alone, "I'm sorry, Tommy never mentioned having a sister," she said as Tommy's sister smiled, "My brother is very protective of me and to keep me safe, he has to keep my existence a secret," she said as Jasmine nodded, "But you're here today," she said as Tommy's sister nodded with a proud smile on her face, "My baby brother is getting married today, and I wanted to meet my sister, hey, I'm Tamara," she said as Jasmine smiled, "Nice to meet you, Tamara, I'm Jasmine," she said before they embraced each other.

I kept silent. I was sitting in a chair in my room feeding Rebel when I heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” the door open in came Tiffanye. I was happy to see her she seems to have this glow on her face. The mate bond giving her the strength to be stronger, I ‘m glad that my sister will be the Luna to the pack, we can spend more time together also we could have our future children playing with one another and watch them become close and grow up together.

A knock at the door. “Who is it?” “Herbie.” Mandy ran to the door to let him in. “Your sister here?” “You mean, Annie?” Herbie shrugged his shoulder shaking his head with a smirk. Mandy had been teasing him that since he broke up with her sister about 13 years ago, Yes, it was that long time ago! he couldn’t seem to say her name. They had been in the same room many many times after that and those times had always been awkward.

Apparently, to Poppy, this professional appearance meant I had no femininity whatsoever. I smiled and did not respond. Ralph spoke up instead. "Poppy, how could you talk to your sister like that?" Poppy kicked him. "Whose side are you on? Don't tell me you're into my sister now." Ralph's face turned bright red instantly. "No! She's your sister. How could you even think that about me?" While the two of them argued, James and his trust fund friends were already walking toward us. "Wow, she's gorgeous!"

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

Countless werewolves knelt in reverence before us. From the doorway, I saw my sister glaring at us, her resentment clear. I knew she wouldn't give up so easily. As expected, the next day she called me. She said, "Thalia, I've realized my mistakes. I'm preparing to go abroad. Could you and Kane have one last meal with me?" "Sure." I agreed without hesitation. The next morning, I asked Kane to take me to see her. He would now grant me any request, doting on me more than ever.

I accused with crossed arms “Sorry about that, anyways I came to witness Damian’s entry to our school.” She giggled. We are a fraternal twin. “Yes, girl. You’re going to be star of the moment.” Her friends, Tasha and Kelvin came to give her high-five. I forced a smile. My sister, and her squad call themselves “The Refined.” They are the most dangerous clique at Euphoren High. Stephanie kept talking with her friends, having forgotten about me.

My chest felt too tight, like it might collapse under the weight of everything I had carried alone. Aunt Linda rocked me gently, stroking my matted, tangled hair with trembling hands. Her own tears fell hot onto my shoulder. “I know, sweetheart. I’ve always known you could never hurt your sister. Not in a thousand lifetimes. But the pack… Ryder… grief has blinded them all. They won’t listen to reason.” She pulled back just enough to cup my sunken cheeks in her palms, her thumbs gently wiping away the endless stream of my tears. Her eyes widened with fresh horror as she truly took me in—the fingerprint bruises, the raw bite marks, the way my body had been reduced to skin and bones.

Her eyes seemed puffy and she looked like she was stressed out, "geez calm down, I'm fine, it was too late to return home from the party so I just spent the night out..." "Where?" She frowned at me, her hands still folded across her chest, "because I called Stella around eleven p.m and she said she couldn't find either one of you, you and Daniel." I moved close to her with a frown on my face, "so what on earth are you trying to insinuate?" "Sarah, I'm your sister, you have to always remember that." The way I glared at her, her eyes softened as if she was just properly thinking about it.