My Sister Is A Superstar Novels & Stories

Tomiwa exclaimed while I hissed. "They either want to fuck you or want to fuck you! Simple. Nothing else o, they only want to pop your cherry! All these one that you're hugging phone to chest, I'm telling you o! I don do myself reach this stage and I want the best for you. You're beautiful, brilliant and focused, money and academics over boys o. Make mom proud, do not follow my footsteps" My sister blabbed on and on with her lecture about boys while I stared at her like another spirit possessed the sister I used to know.

I click a couple of times, and I don't feel like stopping because their smiles are bliss, but. "Well, look who we have here. Miss show-off herself!" My nightmare of a sister appears in front of us, ruining our peaceful selfie time. I turn to her. "Let me guess. Those will be trending on social media with the caption SAVIOR, right? You are really doing an incredibly amazing job with this fake act you are putting in, dear sister." "And what exactly do you mean by that?" I snap. "I mean, with this heroine title, you might be recognized even in the entire world. If only people knew what a fake you were. A real green snake in green grass!" You should see how boldly she says that.

Even though her sister is bad at studies and stuff, she got succeeded in gaining popularity in the University they go to with her talents like singing, dancing and acting. You know what being called nerd is better than being addressed as someone's sister. It would be nice if her sister is a bitch, cruel and heartless but she's not..... Her sister treats her like an angel, cares for her like a mother and protects her like a father. She loves Amara soo much which made Amara to hate herself for being jealous of her own sister.

He probably knew what we had done. God, could the earth open up and swallow me? Reagan eyed me without changing his expression. "Gallena Mikhaelovich's least annoying sister." I'm pretty sure he recognized me from my hair which was different from Gallena's. "My sister isn't annoying ," I said without thinking, definitely bolder than I'd ever been, especially considering the fact that I was surrounded by three predators, with another one upstairs. Not to mention Lorenzo was still near me with his drunken eyes. He's not like this when he's sober. Well, at least from what I could tell. He watched me with one narrowed eye.

I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time. "What are you talking about? This is not even half the people I want to invite, I don't know what you're talking about but this is probably as small as a small and private wedding will go for me." "It's cute." "Hey!" She called on top of her voice, stalling in the direction of a different group of stylists. "This is my sister, treat her as a priority." "Yes ma'am." They called back in response. A team swooned me and settled me in a chair. "What would you like for your hair?" One of them asked me.

Dax asked. "What can I say, mom loved cop shows, lawyer shows, die hard, national treasure, Indiana Jones, you name it, we saw them all dozens of times or more. Except criminal minds. We saw all the seasons multiple times!" Brady explained. "No wonder you like the CIA and the FBI." Dax said. "My sister saw it too, and she wants to be a nurse. Although mom did like to watch ER too." Brady said. "Okay, I'm going to put my hand under her on the mattress and hold it while you grab her and run." Dax said.

I almost cried when I realized today was the death anniversary of my late sister Stella. Growing up, my older sister, Stella, always seemed to have it all. She was the golden child, the apple of my mother's eye. While I tried to find my place among the shadows, Stella effortlessly commanded attention. She had inherited our mother's stunning looks and confident demeanor, making her the epitome of their shared aspirations.

No, she orders in her authoritative voice. When Killian comes within hearing distance, Andrea speaks again, “I'm not doing this because I have the hots for you. I mean I had a crush on you ages ago, but not now.” She rolls her eyes, changing her tone, “I care for you so that my brother doesn't get a heart attack and dies earlier than intended. So, you better be careful, pretty boy.” Blush coats his cheeks, hearing her speak about something like this so nonchalantly. “What a loving sister I have. Wow, I'm so touched that it feels like my heart is out in the open, getting kissed by a gentle breeze.” Comes a sarcastic remark from Killian.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

She despised her sister's arrogant demeanor, as if she owned the entire world. “I know she can be a jerk, but have you ever gone to her just to hang out with her?" Sunny enquired. "Oh, I did, and she told me she didn't have time to hang out with ignorant fools like me." She had better things to do, like hang out with Nichole or stuff her face with cherry creamed pie." She stated. "What the hell? That's mean." Sunny came on as Miley Cyrus's Party in the USA blared from the speakers. Sunny stood up and began to dance to the music as Hailey cheered.