My Little Pony Rainbow Dash Sister Novels & Stories

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She had dark red hair and big green eyes. “Oh, hi. Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. You haven’t seen Finn or Caleb and Kali by any chance, have you?” “Not recently, no. Want me to mind-link him? Caleb’s my brother.” She smiled at me showing perfect white teeth. “Oh, you must be Dayna! Hi, I’m Everest…From Aurora Moon. Your other brother, Griffin, is mated to my sister…I guess that makes us in-laws!” I laughed.

The silent dancer was no other person but Damon’s sister… SELENE!!!

She bursts into laughter. Heat crawls up my cheeks. I watch her with wide, horrified eyes. Of course, I know there is nothing wrong with his pp — I mean dick. That’s really functional. “ Oh right. I forgot to tell you my name. ” She pulls her hands away from my wrist and claps her hands once. Oh My Goddess. This girl is a hurricane. “ I am Rhianna Ambrose, Ryker’s baby sister. ” Her bright smile forces me to smile as well.

We collect Meadow and Tate, grabbing some lunch before heading out. We’ve just walked outside when I hear my name. “Lady Maeve! Lady Maeve!” I turn, squinting, trying to find the little sprite that is calling for me. There are three of them, heading my way. “Whoa! What’s that?” Tate asks, watching as they fly up to us. “These are sprites,” I say, only knowing the name of one of the three, Daphne. However, they all have their lights with them. “This is my sister, Meadow and my brother Tate,” I introduce them.

Dara. Damon's sister. The one they had rescued from Lilith's coma. The one who had been too weak to fight, so they had left her with the other wounded, in a room that was supposed to be safe. She had been improving, slowly, her color returning, her voice growing stronger. She had laughed at one of Damon's jokes just yesterday.

"By the way," I lifted my head and looked at her. She smiled then stretched out her hands. "I'm Diantha Jazz Martinez," she introduced. "Jethro's older sister." My eyes widened. She chuckled making my cheeks flushed. I couldn't believe it! "Big sis!" We both looked at the little girl who’s running downstairs. She's so cute in her pink uniform. Her eyes went round when she found me. "Oh my gosh!" she screamed. "Big bro!” I blinked because of that. I looked at her sister who's suppressing her smile. They're weird.

She had never met the boy, but had seen so many portraits of him made by her sister that she'd started to think that she'd known him all along. Her sister was an amazing painter. She had made many beautiful paintings of her and her favorite Disney princesses that she proudly showed to her friends. She enjoyed seeing her friends looking at these gifts from her sister with awe and jealousy. She specially loved seeing the envious look on her friend Maddy when she saw them. Maddy was a meanie who had broken her new barbie's arm. But her sister had painted a picture of her with a beautiful Rapunzel that had turned Maddy green with jealousy. She smirked remembering that day. Her sister was truly w

DAPHNE’S POV “Daph!” my sister wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed my cheek. “I’ve missed you so much. Uni is terrible being apart from you.” My older sister had dyed her hair blond with highlights. She looked stunning with her freckles and tanned skin. Standing next to her, I looked even paler and duller in comparison to the goddess called my sister. Still, I was happy to see her. “Daisy,” I smiled just breathing in her scent. She’d arrived a little later than me but, all that mattered was, my family was together again.

“Is this your sister?” Zain nodded, smiling proudly. “Yes. That’s my sister, Carmen. She was a cheerleader in high school.” She nodded. “She’s beautiful.” Zain chuckled. “I think so, too.” “And so is your mother,” Jasmine said, her voice low, not wanting his mother to hear. Zain smiled as he kissed her forehead. Then she went on to a picture of a little girl in a pink frilly dress, spinning, smiling happily at the camera. “And who is this?”