Malcolm In The Middle Sister Novels & Stories

“I’ll drop by once everything is clear here. Tell Aunt Vicky I’ll be coming over.” Zachary looked at Malcolm with a smirk. “Your girlfriend keeping tabs on you, Malc?” “More like babysitting for her elder sister who always love getting into trouble,” Malcolm replied begrudgingly as he pocketed his phone. “She just recovered from a motorcycle accident and now her sister just told me that she took it out for a spin already.” “Well, you always tend to get your nose in other people’s business,” Zachary stated.

Max mutters, but he scoots closer too, pressing his head against my cheek so he can fit into the frame. I hit the video call button. The screen flips to my little sister’s face: black wavy hair piled into a lazy bun, red lipstick, oversized T-shirt. Behind her I catch a glimpse of the living room back home in Medellín: gray sofa, big plant, and something moving in the corner of the frame… oh, Mamá. “¡Mis amores!” Fiona’s voice jumps an octave the moment she sees Max and Issa. “MIRA, GEMELITOS!”

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

His words hit my chest like a physical blow. But if a family has no love or respect left, can it still be called famiglia? My mind drifted uncontrollably to my late sister, Seraphina. I knew that Seraphina and Horton had been considered a perfect match since childhood. They shared the same cold intelligence, the same hunger for power. They had fought side by side in this brutal underworld since they were young, and they forged a deep bond. My sister had always been the dazzling, brilliant daughter of a mafia family, while I was always in her shadow. Few people even remembered the Rossi family had a younger daughter.

"I saw you as my own sister and gave you the best. I spoiled you because you needed a father's love, and there was no one else to give it. I thought love and material indulgences would be enough to fill the void within you. I thought you would grow into a kind, righteous, and God-fearing woman." Selina's face was starting to twist from fear and shock. I laughed at myself. "But I was wrong. Dead wrong. The sister I raised is nothing but an ungrateful wretch." She staggered backward, and she crashed into a coffee table. It groaned. She shook her head in denial. "No, no, no. This is a lie! That's bullshit!" "Then, go home and ask Grandpa all about it." I looked at her coldly and crushed the las

It had been many years into the marriage when I finally learned about the truth. It turned out that my mother, Erica Jones, had drugged me on my wedding day and let my sister take my place at the ceremony simply because my sister also liked my fiancé. My breathing grew rapid. Back then, Mom told me that I had suddenly fainted during the wedding. So that my fiancé wasn't suddenly left at the altar, she had no choice but to let my twin sister, Diana Halliwell, marry him in my stead!

"Who are you and what did you do to my sister?" Malcolm had the urge to laugh at her boldness and cuteness. "What is your name?" She harrumphed, "Gwen. Where is my sister? If you don't bring her, I'll send you to jail." Her father had told her all bad guys were sent to jail. Malcolm laughed, "Hello Gwen. I am Malcolm, your brother-in-law." Keira froze, "Brother-in-law? My Anna is not married." Malcolm showed her a tired smile, "Her real name is Lauren. She is my wife."

He scoffed and shook his head, ignoring my question, and continued speaking. "I chose to ignore it because I believed that you were aloof to everyone else. How would I know that you hated her so much to reject her even when you found out that she's your mate?" Malcolm's voice shook as he spoke. It felt as if he was about to cry. "I thought I loved my sister but I couldn't see her pain." Malcolm raised his head and I could see that he was hurt and whatever he was saying was from his heart. "I did that because....."

I was astonished to know that there were multiple things about my sister that I knew nothing about. "Wow." I shook my head. "I'm dumbfounded, really. I never thought she could go this far just to get back at me. Malice,yes but I would never think in a million years that she would actually do this!" It was unbelievable and no matter the amount of times that I said it, I could not seem to get used to it.

She was scared that Eric will be enraged, but to everyone's surprise it was the opposite. Eric smiled, "Yes dear, I'm the king of the mansion, and who might you be?" Eric asked with a smile on his face. Malia smiled and turned to point at Lois. "I'm Malia, she's my big sister and my bestest friend." Malia said still pointing at Lois, Eric looked at Lois and stood up. He patted the little girl's head. "I see she's your younger sister, what of your parents?" Eric asked, when he asked the question Lois' face suddenly turned gloomy.