Matt Rife Sister Novels & Stories

She knew he didn't have much contact with the father who'd left them when Matt was a child. "Oh, she's doing just fine. Retired from the beauty shop to watch the kids while Tanya works." Matt's sister was a nurse in the small Texas town where they'd grown up. His voice took on a teasing tone. "So tell me about this new niece of yours. Was she born on the equinox? I bet you love being Auntie Summer."

I smirked and turned to Eugene. "By the way, Nancy lives next door to you guys, right?" He nodded, confused about where I was going with this. "Yeah, why?" I grabbed him and headed for the door. "Let's go visit her." He was confused. "Aren't you two on bad terms? Why would you wanna go to her place?" I thought for a second, then said, "She's actually my biological sister. We were adopted by different families, and I want to see what her life is like now."

In the fingers of his left hand slowly straightening from where they’d been relaxed in his pocket. I wanted to press a little harder. “I mean, that had to be entertaining, right?” My voice was sweet. Very sweet. The kind of sweet that usually came right before an elegant murder. “Your family used to panic because I was just that Latina girl from MIT. Then boom. Turns out the girl is a Gómez. Your fiancée’s sister.” I tipped my head. “I’m curious. Did anyone faint at the dinner table? Just once, Zach. Feed my ego.”

Her hair flowed beautifully, and her green eyes looked at me with a smile as she approached the sink. I know her, and she must know me. We often meet at parties like this. Amanda Dimitriou, or maybe her twin: Rafaella Dimitriou. The sister of Maven Dimitriou, the best friend of my sister's fiancé. They were both at the same college as me. "Hi, Gretta." she greeted kindly.

How much difference between the Theresa I had been and the Theresa I had been tonight, who had just passed two wild days with Damien and found his name plastered across the front page of a tabloid. Merilee poked her head around the door. “Hey, sister, sorry if I was such a jerk. Had Matt talked to her? I gave him back the standard brotherly response. “Okay, you couldn't help it. We share a half smile. My sisters and I loved each other down to our little finger.

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

“Holy hell, Rina! Why the fuck do you smell like sex and vampire?” I asked my sister when she turned up at my bedroom door at some horribly early hour. “What has your panties in such a twist that you have to wake me up?” “Matty raped one of my sorority sisters,” she blurted out. “I just found out tonight.” She elbowed her way into my room, and sat on my bed. “Please, come in and regale me with a story about my cousin’s evil sexcapades,” I grumbled.

I let myself grieve the family I had thought I had. My sister. Not the woman she had turned out to be, that grief was different and older and I would deal with it on its own terms in its own time. The sister I had grown up believing she was. Eleven years of shared bedrooms and borrowed clothes and the twin language we had developed, those slight, specific signals that only the other one understood, the way you could be across a crowded room and catch her eye and have an entire conversation in the tilt of a chin. That sister. The one who had sat beside me at every pack event and who had known my face better than I knew it myself because you spent your whole childhood studying the face that wa

She instantly wrapped her arms around his torso and patted his back in a slow and soothing rhythm while crying along with his silently tearing up eyes and murmured continuously, “I trust you, dad. I trust you.” Seeing him like this and reliving dad Louis’s and mom Julia’s death through his words and Ralph’s pain despite the vengeful path he chose wrenched her heart but the only reprieve is that all those things she heard and read for years were not true. Her dad has nothing to do with the blame rubbed on him. And as for Matthew, how did Ralph even think he participated anyhow in killing his parents anyway? Ralph’s mother - Julia is Matthew’s sister. Will anybody plan the demise of their own

“I have a little sister, Patricia. She’s a good kid.” I cocked my head to the side; Matt had never mentioned a little sister before around my brother, and this was the first I had heard of it. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said with a laugh. “No one knows about my sister except for some of my closest friends. I like to keep it that way.” “Why?” I asked, feeling a bit confused. Matt was silent for a moment. His face seemed to fall a little as he sipped his wine, supposedly steeling himself for a response.