Mike's Sister Stranger Things Novels & Stories

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

After hanging up, I feel guilty for lying to Professor Malino, but I push it down and I drive to Tacoma and I spend the rest of the day making limbicus. When I’m done, I call Mike. “I knew you would come through." The arrogance in his voice makes me clench my fists. "Hang on, let me call my men to stand down. They were already on their way to your sister. I hope they answer the phone. I wouldn’t want your sister to have more scars. I saw her on the internet. She seems brave. Brave enough to work for me.” "Mike!" I bellow. "I'll send my bodyguards to our spot. Pleasure doing business with you."

"Let me guess, you're not going to tap that. Nah, there's no reason we'd want those supple breasts in your mouth. Ass." She noticed him trying not to stare. "You've seen a woman's body before Mike, I'm just your sister." She moved over to the sink and began to brush her teeth, her breasts shaking as she wiggled the brush around her mouth. Mike shook his head and turned to the shower. "Yep, I knew it. You are such a faggot."

He clenched his teeth as his observant eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for anything he could use as a weapon. "I can't die here like this. I can't..." "Did you come here to uncover the truth about your sister's death?" Mike's words were like a flame that drew in the moth. Brett's body froze in place as he slowly turned his head to face him, shooting him the iciest glare he had ever seen. "Whoa," Mike gasped. "You're really relentless. It's been years since I took your sister's life." Brett's muscles tensed up.

Mike asked her, "Are you sure about this? Has any man ever drop her off or have you seen Lara with any man before?." Esther replied, "No. Sister doesn't goes out, except sometimes with Susan." Mike brows furrowed the more as he wondered whom truly sent any nonsense videos to Lara. Mike asked Esther, "Who's Susan?." Esther replied, "You saw her the previous day, she's Lara's best friend. So I guess you can ask from her as they're always together and in the same department too." Mike was silent and as he turned to walked away, Mike paused and he said to Esther, "Don't tell Lara that I asked you anything about her, is that understood?."

In Mike's second year of college, He was staying with one of his friends, Daniel, as room mate. Daniel was a quiet guy, he was a wonderful friend—caring, so considerate, funny, and always there whenever Mike needed him. He takes Mike as his half brother. But Mike's most favorite thing about Daniel was Daniel's older sister, Vicky.

“Mike didn’t mention a babysitter.” “Yeah, he also refused to tell me who came around. I was upstairs cleaning his room.” I chuckled. Children are nuisances for no damn reason. “I’m Adriana. His older sister.” “I know. I’ve seen your pictures.” I nodded. Conversation with strangers was always awkward. The only person I managed to talk with very well even if I barely knew him was Saint and that was because I had a mission in mind. “You look young. Do you mind me asking your age?”

He obviously knows me; no one but family calls me Alex. "God damn, you look hot." Before I can respond, he pulls me against his chest, wrapping both arms around my middle. He smells fantastic, like a mix of earth and spice. When I pull away, his buddy comes up behind him, slapping him on the back. "You about ready to go Chris?" Then he makes eye contact with me. "Ha-ha! Well, I'll be damned. It's little Alexandra Carpenter." I instantly recognize my older brother's best friend from high school. He's one of the unlucky ones who never escaped.

Mike asked, curling his lips into a smirk. I rolled my eyes at him. “Dude, you do realize they are like sisters, right?” It was his turn to roll his eyes at me now. Mike was definitely a player, the girls couldn’t resist his stocky tall build and mischievous hazel eyes that always showed his playful side. “Goddess damn!” he let out a low whistle as we watched the girls walking over the common grounds to us. “One day man, one day. If she doesn’t turn out to be your mate, oh how I would love for those long legs to wrap around me-”

Scott said as he sat down in front of him. "How did you even find out that I did it? I'm sure that Grace ratted me out" Mike said with spite. "Do whatever you like to me. I've been torture many times and I still survived it" Mike boasted. "Why did you kill her? Who sent you,if not Benson?" Scott asked. "It's someone you know. Someone I promised that I wouldn't mention his name no matter what" Mike said and laughed. He was having fun making Scott angry. Scott laughed out too " You don't know what I'm capable of doing,do you? It's a bit cliché to use your family member to threaten you but you killed my sister who does not know anything,so my men are on their way" Scott said and moved closer to