Maysilee Donner Sister Novels & Stories

“Is Rhea… related to Vanessa?” Our eyes locked. “Yes.” A beat of silence. “Are they cousins?” “No.” “Darnell…” He inhaled sharply. “So what are they?” “They’re sisters.” Maurice’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping. “Close your mouth,” I said. “Your breath stinks.” He let go of me and dragged a hand down his face. “You’re joking, right?” “It actually does,” I replied dryly. “You’re cheating on Vanessa… with her own sister?” His voice rose.

Kaylie couldn't help but feel mesmerised. "Hello," the pretty girl with blond hair said. "I am Maya and this is Annie. We are your sis.... I mean, we are Max's sisters." "Hello." Kylie responded. She was suddenly self-conscious. It was strange meeting Max's sister naked in bed. They must be assuming Max and she have already done it!

His mother, Evelyn, had worked as a sports therapist before leaving her career to raise their children. Children. My eyes paused on the word. I turned the page. There was a section labeled FAMILY. Ethan Ryder, fifty-five. Evelyn Ryder, fifty-two. Then another name. Melissa Ryder. My eyes narrowed. I leaned closer. Melissa “Missy” Ryder. Age twenty-two. Younger sister. University student. Part-time content creator. The report included a photograph. She had long ginger hair, pale skin, and bright green eyes. Unlike Chase, she was smiling openly at the camera. There was nothing guarded about her expression.

So far, her track record wasn’t so good. She knew over half of the twenty people in the room. Her brother, Elliott, Brandon, Cassidy, Scott, Ashley, and Zane, of course. Then, there was Elliott’s daughter--Brandon’s sister—Mandy Sanderson, who was nineteen and often annoying. She was sitting a few seats away from Jo, and when she was introduced, Jo did her best to smile at the girl.

And if, indeed, her sister was Sandra. “Hello.” Maia picked the call and Anaya hurriedly placed the phone in her ear as she paced around the office. “I’m sorry, I was trying to avoid the manager so I wouldn’t get caught.” “Daisy has a sister.” Anaya blurted out, sparing any pleasantries. “Okay…? But I thought you said she only had a younger brother?” Maia sounded confused and Anaya took in a deep breath before she began to narrate everything that happened with Joanne.

I don't want to go back there and if he gets to know he will send me back there so I am going to tell him that my home is far away and they sent me out so I came here and I have nowhere else to go. Yes!!! sounds great this is what I will tell him I smiled and clapped my hands grinning happily. ASHER'S POV I drove into my Beach House, climbed the pouch and opened the door to hear play giggle coming from inside the house. I totally forgot about the insane girl Melissa that's her name I guess. I stood by the door looking at her as she clapped and giggled. This lady is sure not okay I mean who claps and giggles alone in a house where she is the only one in.

Theodore tells he. “Tell your pride leaders I appreciate their loyalty and will reward them greatly,” Mia smiles and again shakes hands with them both. We all go to an office in the arena. “Crystal okay with us having the girls?” Evie asks, snuggling Lilly, I think maybe Hazel, damn it, why are they identical? “Yeah, she is enjoying the break,” Dalton tells her before turning to Mia. “Carrie Hampton is Crystal’s sister. You two share nieces.” “Jasper and I share a grandmother,” Mia tells him. “They chose to come here and to fight. What happens, happens.”

I could not wait to see you. My secretary had prepared everything for us. Unfortunately, Kaihly would not be able to come, as Kelly and she were identical. Kelly was known by the Moores as Kelsey Robins, Grey’s eldest sister’s best friend, and they did not have any idea that we were all sisters.

“Of course.” He reached for the phone and stopped. On the desk, the screen had lit again—a new clip. Cameron Cross’s feed this time. The singer had posted a video from last night—Mya at their table, waving at the camera with shy humor, the caption a sledgehammer dressed as a love note: World, meet my sister, Mya Cross. Protectors only, please. The comments scrolled too fast to read. Damon touched the screen and felt nothing but the cold pane under his thumb.

“I don’t actually know your name.” I didn’t offer it. Just stared. She fidgeted, clearly unsettled by the silence, but tried to recover with a little forced laugh. “Anyway, it’s not important. I just thought… you should know something. About Miley.” I raised a brow. Now this was getting interesting. She wet her lips, hesitated, then forged on. “I mean, I’m her sister. I’ve known her my whole life. And I just think maybe you don’t know the full story about her.”