Novel & Cerita Malcolm In The Middle Sister

“Malia Callister, I am Neil’s sister.” “Ohh! Neil…I didn’t know he had a sister,”. Avira replied and took her hand. “And no need for the apology, I am her mother.” Malia sat down on the couch and smiled as she took her seat. “She looks like you. I don’t know if you remember but I was at your mating and wedding ceremony.” “My memory is a little bit fuzzy, so I apologize for not recognizing you.” “That’s fine.” Malia replied and looked down at Rosie who was tugging at her.

"This is her?. She's really beautiful" "That's Mikayla, our younger sister and that's Diya", Malaysia introduced. "I'm Mikayla". "I just said that", Malaysia mumbled. Diya chuckled and Mikayla hugged her. "Are you a drakaina too?". "No", Diya shook her head. "Get her food first", Malaysia said. "Oh right, I'm coming". Mikayla flew out of the cave and Malaysia sat beside Diya with folded legs. "So how's your dad?".

HER SISTER'S BOSS 💗 LOVE CONQUERS 💗 EPISODE 03 💚💛 Maya's POV ✏️ We've all gone back to the beach house. Aunt Nelly is sitting a couch with tears streaming down her face. Dad is holding mom and they're sitting opposite Aunt Nelly. Allison is sitting next to her mom, with her head on her shoulder. It was emotional time and everyone couldn't keep the tears from rushing down.

I quickly ducked because I immediately recognised who she was; she was Malcolm’s younger sister, Abby. I watched her go in with a kind of slowness to her steps and felt a weird feeling run up my spine. I totally understood that she was Malcolm's mourning sister, all right, but there was definitely something wrong with her. With her steps and even the way she was, I mean her entire being. I looked away from her for a brief second but then was shocked because when I turned back to look in her direction, she was no longer there. Even the large banquet of flowers in her hands was not on the tombstone…

She gave a devious smile. "Hey brother I met a new friend today, her name's Malia. she's coming over and should be here soon. I want you to meet her I think you will get along. Do you think you'll have time before you go with your dad? placing my hands on my knees, bending down to her level "Boop" I touched her nose making her giggle before responding "I'm not sure little one but I can try to bide some time, knowing my dad he'll probably be late anyway." She smiled before giving me a hug. "Thank you, brother, you're the best." I returned the hug. Mariah was my baby sister by 3 years, and even though we weren't really living together as much we still had our brother-sister bond that was stron

“Why did you push her?” “What?” I stared at her, completely caught off guard by the sudden accusation. “What do you mean? I didn’t push her—” “What’s going on?” Alpha Bastian’s voice cut through the confusion, causing me to turn. When he saw my sister on the ground, he rushed to her side, brushing past me like I was invisible. “Rosalia, what happened?” “The surrogate pushed her,” Melissa said, and I felt my stomach drop. The Alpha didn’t hesitate. He scooped up my sister in his arms, carrying her bridal style. I waited for Rosalia to say something, to deny what her maid said, but she just looked at me. Then she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

"Elena!" A gut-wrenching scream cut through the street noise. I turned my head. A walking corpse knelt ten meters away, held back by three of my bodyguards. Matted hair. Sunken cheeks. The dark, bruised eyes of a junkie. It was Bella. "Elena!" she struggled, trying to get to me. "Look at me! Look at what I've become!" I watched her, my face a blank mask. "I don't know you." "You don't know me?" Bella let out a sharp, cawing laugh. "Elena, I'm your sister! Your beloved Bella!"

Malcolm’s voice fills the silence between me and my brothers, and from the way they look, I know that they also found his voice extremely grating… just like I do. “And I mean everything,” Malcolm continues. “The company, the assets, the freedom. I’ve already started looking into her properly, and even with the marriage being open now, all I need is one solid video—something clean and damning—and I can wreck her completely. After that…” He pauses, almost thoughtful. “I’ll need some reliable people. A gang, maybe. Someone who can finish the job and make sure she stays gone.” He finishes, and the video ends right there. My brothers all stay rooted to the spot as they stare at the place my phone

I shouted angrily. “Oh, I have nothing more to say except, SHE’S NOT YOUR SISTER! Look over there, that’s her real sister and SHE TRIED TO KILL HER!. I only wonder, what she could do to you,” Maliya scoffed as she turned and walked away.