My Sister Is A Superstar Novels & Stories

Yeah, maybe because they are just indeed new. Will I prioritize being a fan girl over my family? "I don't know them," I said as I'm shaking my head. "It's okay, sister," "But how come that they became famous that quickly?" I asked curiously here. "Because, sister, their handsomeness is solid and they're so sexy! Sister, they're so hot! They're even rich! And when they perform? Sister, they all sing well!" If I was only close to my sister right now, I might have slapped her just to calm her down.

She stuttered and sighed softly as she continued “Many say I look like you and I have your features. But that's not true. I am nothing to be compared to you in terms of intelligence, talent, beauty, charisma and aura. You are my idol and no matter how hard I tried, I can never grow to be compared to you,senior. But I have a single request to make: I want to be your shadow. I want to be your sister in the entertainment world, I want to be associated with you. This is my request and I need your blessings as well. Will you grant me my request, will you make me your sister, will you, senior Lisa?” Sophia requested.

Whispering into the phone, Zak asks, “What does your sister look like? What’s her name?” “Blonde. Slightly taller than me. A ton of expertly applied make-up. Stepford Wives clothing. Perfect manicure. Snooty, holier-than-thou expression on her face. Her name’s Celeste.” Citra does not sound happy at all to have to deal with her sister. Hakeem scoffs with laughter in the link. Described to a “t.” Take it she and her sister don’t really get along.

My sister asked and I shook my head, "we were playing against her on friday.. but I'm being nice because there's no other seats and she knows me." My sister nodded and took a bite on her burger. I took a bite on mine too. "Hey.. so I realized that I don't know this beautiful princess sitting here..." Jas said sitting next to me and looking at my sister. "I'm Barbie... you are beautiful, I love your hair it looks like Justin Bieber.." My sister said and Jas smiled, "whaaaaat? You're more beautiful.. and You know my brother Justin..?" "Yeah he sings..." my sister smiled seeming proud of herself for 'knowing' Bieber.

"Then you..." "My name is Sister X. I am twenty-five years old." The girl's eyes brightened instantly, "Missy, nice to meet you. Your skin looks amazing, and you are really attractive. You hardly appear to be in your twenties." Stella was gathered by other girls who also approached her and said, "Oh, Missy, it turns out you are Channing's older sister." “You have very great looks. Right now, we believed you to be his girlfriend." "Missy, you have amazing family genes. Channing has good looks, and you both look amazing. How jealous I am of you!"

a familiar voice comes from behind me while I’m lost in my own thoughts and I can’t help but smile and shake my head. “Fuck, the circus is in town,” I say and finish the last of my bourbon before turning around to face my her as she walks toward me. “Did you bring your entire brood again?” Black dress, high heels, and make-up done perfectly - my sister, Kira, is the epitome of a Vega Luna and businesswoman. It’s weird how such an elegant woman like my sister compliments the rough exterior of her hybrid Alpha mate. “Piss off,” she says with mock horror and throws her arms around my neck. “You missed me, admit it.”

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

"Okay, dear. Take care later." "Bye, Graxylla. I love you so much." I quickly ended the call and wiped away the traces of tears from my eyes. "Ugh! What's this now, Lovi?" I grumbled as I read an article about a soloist I manage. That was the notification I received. I subscribe to some showbiz websites to monitor any issues involving my talents here at YEE. She's around the same age as Venice, but she's more famous than my previous talent. She comes from A-list artist parents, and I was personally chosen to manage their daughter, who leads a wild and free lifestyle despite being a public figure.

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…

Silence. The word hung in the air like a thunderclap. Liana stared at the man beside her, her mind refusing to process what he had just said. Superstar Dante Carver—the nation’s darling, the voice that filled stadiums, the face plastered across magazines—was sitting inches away, gazing at her with a softness she didn’t understand. And he had called her… sister. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her pulse thudded in her ears, faster and faster until the room itself seemed to sway.