My Sister Is A Superstar Novels & Stories

"Zara, Richard, Lilly. And what's your older sister's name again?" "Bianca," I said, "My parents are huge classic rock fans." "Bianca Joe, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, Bob Richard, Lilly Stone." My sister ticked the names off her fingers like it was rote. "No Stevie, huh?" Nita said, clearly making a joke.

“Shut up. I’m your sister and I’m more experienced. No wonder your grades are bad. You should finish your education first, Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you shouldn’t achieve something in your life. The sweetness you’re enjoying will vanish the moment you start understanding each other.” Susan laughed bitterly. “Asking me to achieve something? What about you, sis? What have you achieved?” Leo froze. “Susan?” Susan pulled Leo’s hands away and faced Jenna. “Miss Lisa and Kelly have their own company or shop. Miss Kelly is now a top model. What about you, sister? What do you have apart from a rich husband?” Jenna raised a brow.

Luckily, my sister is a genius when it comes to the art of make-up because the back of my hand comes back clean. "You are so beautiful." Sammy gushes at my sister, her eyes shiny behind her glasses from only one shot of tequila. Most people are enamored by my sister when they first meet her. She's beautiful with a raucous personality, making her noticeable wherever she goes. She enjoys the attention, too, soaking up everything thrown her way. "You guys are soooooooooo boring!" She rolls her eyes and throws herself another shot. "I thought college was supposed to be fun, bang all the hot guys, and go out and shit!"

“You’re being ridiculous. After everything we’ve been through, you’re questioning me over some silly little pills?” “Your sister could be carrying our child because you said you couldn’t have kids that’s what I’m talking about.” The words tasted like ash in my mouth, and I couldn’t help but think of Grace again, of how small she looked sitting in that fertility clinic. “I just want to make sure I have all the facts. Before I look your sister in the eye.”

Later, more investors joined us and unfortunately… their wives came too… Elegant women in designer gowns looked at me in a gentle way, judging and measuring me. “You’re Layla’s sister right?” one blonde woman smiled. “Yes.” I nodded. “How tragic… your poor sister disappears and suddenly you marry her fiancé.” her voice softened. The group went silent, waiting and watching. “That is not true….” I forced myself to remain calm. Another woman lifted her champagne glass, “Of course not.” the sarcasm cut so sharp. “She always seemed more suited for Ethan though,” someone added. “She was graceful.” “And sophisticated.” The women exchanged knowing looks, then one asked me a question…

I said softly, "I’m, but I can't help but to think if there is something wrong with me." "There is nothing wrong with you sis." said Lacy and squeezed my hand. "You were born beautiful, with talent, rich, with a perfect life, sexy, all of you! While I was just born!" she sighed I held back a laugh and shook her. "At least, you already have your own family, your husband loves you, and your child." I whined. "and you are really pretty my sister! Come on! Give me your sample dance steps!!" She was joking to dance in front of me so we approached each other.

After our family went bankrupt under millions of dollars of debt, I risked my life to protect my little sister from the ruthless loan sharks. She, however, floated above the squalor—a saint who treated money like filth. I was beaten half to death trying to guard the last thousands of our savings. Once the money was secured, she handed every last dime to a pitiful distant uncle. I saved us from the goons with a smashed glass bottle, shielding her all the way to the police station. Instead of thanking me, she called me barbaric, insisting I should have sat them down for a civilized conversation. I toiled for months pulling three grueling shifts a day to settle our father’s debts, while she lou

If you want to be able to go to the State University, you'll need to work hard. The girl was so embarrassed her face was red as a beet. "I know." "Older sister, what are you called?" The girl asked. "Anastacia William," Anna smiled and said. Melissa hurriedly said, "She's not just a PR professional, she has also star in a Tv commercial l for La Novela perfume company. Remember to support the commercial during the holidays." The girl nodded her head continuously in awe. "Older sister is so awesome! I'll definitely go and support."

"He is a way too young." "It's all about talent and looks, Mr. Merrick." She explained. "My sister is twenty-four, and she has this huge celebrity crush on a guy who is nineteen. Trust me, " She places her hand on her mouth as if she is telling a secret, "She will die for him. She is in a parasocial relationship with him."

He stood alongside my sister, Lily, and a few pack warriors, craning his neck to peer toward the VIP pathway. “Eric, isn’t that Selena? She’s actually alive?” Eric whipped around. For a split second, he looked as if he wanted to reach out and pull me into an embrace, but his eyes caught Lily standing right behind him, and his movement came to a jarring halt. “I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t die in the ocean that easily.”