Kat Timpf Sister Novels & Stories

No one could hear me. My mom followed the fortune teller’s instructions. She let Joan scream in agony for a full hour. Joan eventually passed out from losing too much blood. That was when my mom’s phone rang. “Hello, are you Jenna Parker’s family? We’re very sorry to inform you that Jenna has just passed away. Please come quickly to make the necessary arrangements.” That call broke the last bit of strength my mom had left. I saw her fall to the floor like a child. She looked lost and did not know what to do.

"System. Transmit me out." I lowered my gaze, refusing to be trapped here any longer. The system's voice crackled through my mind. [Host, the spacetime portal is not yet fully open. Estimated data loading time: three hours.] [Male lead emotional fluctuation detected. You have the option to share your memories with him. Would you like to proceed?] "Share my memories?" I blinked. Flashes of Lydia's taunts flickered through my mind. "Yes. Proceed."

He snorted lightly, did not let me go but turned his head towards the stage and looked at Kent, "Today, we indeed came to settle a personal grudge. And this grudge has been delayed for Seven years. How many Seven years does one have in life, right, Kent?” He did not respond, and the whole venue went silent. Tim's fingers were lightly tapping on the table. He then lifted a cup of coffee, did not drink but was just rotating the cup gently in his hand, looking at the delicately beautiful print on it, and faintly smiled. "This period I have been unable to eat nor sleep, every day tortured by nightmares. My sister visits me in my dreams crying every night. She spent her whole life loving a man wh

When Andrea first appeared in his life with her mother, Amelia, Killian hated her. Growing up, he was a small child who got picked on by bigger kids in the neighbourhood. His dislike for his step sister was instant but it took a serious turn when she started bullying him as well. She would push him, laugh at him and make fun of him.

Helena started, but I cut her off. “Please Helena. Can you give me a moment alone?” I pleaded. I could feel the tears burn at my eyes. I hear my sister get up and move to the door. She could feelng her standing at the door watching me for a moment. Please go was all I could think not opening my eyes.

"Timothy favors his backhand in defensive situations. I was ready for it." "You called their captain by his first name. Is there history there?" A reporter in the front row asks, leaning forward with interest as if looking for gossip to display to the tabloids. Almost everyone has seen the videos of Timothy rejecting me and me watching him, so it's a stupid question to be asked. But I know these reporters are itching for gossip. In the back of the room, I spot a familiar figure—Selene Blackthorn, Timothy's sister. She's watching me with curious eyes, probably wondering how much I'll reveal. I take a breath, choosing my words carefully.

Tatiana stepped back when Kelvin came closer, surprised by his sudden friendliness. Her eyes widened, guarded, confused, as he smiled at her too brightly. Kelvin straightened and held out a hand, full of charm and confidence. “Kelvin,” he said, “Kelvin Ratford. Liam and Damien’s youngest brother—” Tatiana blinked, shocked, and Kelvin noticed. “You look surprised, sister-in-law,” he said, glancing at Liam. “My brother… hasn’t told you yet?”

“At last we met. Blair Balfour at your service, Alpha Ryker.” “How’d you know who I am?” asked Ryker in a voice that mixed with a growl which made me wonder if Khrysaor was still there with him. Blair laughed, her eyes glinting mysteriously. “Your sister came to see me today. I believe her name is Tiffany Summers?” His voice was tight and filled with threats when he said, “What did you do?” “Nothing.” She shrugged then with a smirk added, “Yet.” “If you dare to mess with my family, I will be sure to—”