My Sister Novels & Stories

Alessia's POV "DON'T you ever tell anyone that I'm your sister! Got it, freak?!" my older sister, sister Roselle, yelled at me as she rushed to grab her bag to leave the house. We just moved to the city of Arada. My sister and I have both finished our studies. Sister is currently working in a large textile company. He is a manager there and he earns a lot. While I will just search. In my twenties, my life took a different turn. I don't know why my sister is so angry with me. As soon as I woke up, that's how my sister treated me. She always calls me a 'freak'.

I gave him a small smile of thanks and followed Lari out, and we headed down the street to our parent’s home. Everyone we passed gave Lari a small bow of respect, and she was so used to it by now she just kept on chatting about how excited Mom and Dad were going to be. I couldn’t help but smile as my sister is the Luna of one of the two biggest packs in North America. And now I am the Gamma female of the pack. I will need to ask about my duties as such. I heard one of them is I am Gamma to the Luna, which happens to be my sister. I have no problem with that job.

Girls standing in the hallway and talking about my husband. I really should start getting to read about Damian. I wouldn’t to be asked a question by a reporter someday about my husband and my brain comes up blank. It would be so annoying. I turned to a corner when a hand suddenly shove me to the floor. I looked up to see Steph and her minions. A part of me became angry, the larger part however softened at the sight of my sister. It had been a while that I saw her. I suddenly missed my sister. “Steph,” I stood to my feet

It's strange, but the truth is, I have seen girls fall for my handsome features or my money. No girl caught my attention; no matter how many girls seduced me, they never fit to my taste. I'm beyond their expectations; I'm the beast with handsome features. Going back to the time when I met the girl who made my heart beat for her, getting into the flashback My sister is not like me; unlike me, she is completely an angel. Her birthday is a festival to us; she invited many of her classmates to the party, and we invited our family friends and relatives.

When Andrea first appeared in his life with her mother, Amelia, Killian hated her. Growing up, he was a small child who got picked on by bigger kids in the neighbourhood. His dislike for his step sister was instant but it took a serious turn when she started bullying him as well. She would push him, laugh at him and make fun of him.

She can read me and she knows me more than myself I stepped out of my room and walked downstairs. My sister wasn't anywhere to be found so I guessed she'd have gone to work. My sister is a model and an actress. She's one of the most sought-after actresses and she's well paid. Also, we both own a charity organisation. And to think I've never watched any of her movies. "Hmphhhhh" I breathed as I walked towards my dad. "Good morning Dad" I greeted him "How are you feeling now sweetie" he asked

"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!"

she thought. Anita whispered to herself, her voice low but audible to Jackson. “What… is she doing here?” Jackson glanced toward the direction of her gaze. “Who?” he asked. “That’s my sister,” Anita replied, her tone tight with a mix of surprise and unease. “Oh,” Jackson said, his curiosity piqued. “We should go say hi. Who is she here with?” Anita hesitated. “I’m guessing… the person she’s staying with now.” “Who?” Jackson pressed, leaning slightly closer.

"Public. Specific. No ambiguity whatsoever." He looked at the ceiling briefly. "What did she say." "She called me her sister," Irina said quietly. He looked at her. At her face. At whatever was on it. "Good," he said. Simply. Like it was the only appropriate response to that information. She held his hand. He held hers back. The hospital room did its hospital room thing around them and outside Atlanta went about its Wednesday and somewhere across the city Sasha McKinney was presumably still being available to anyone who wanted to take her up on it and finding, as she'd predicted, that nobody was.

The entire school thought I was the school belle Wanda Stewart's biggest simp. I would send her breakfast during her morning run. I would offer her a towel and water during her matches. I would buy her pancakes from three streets away in the bitter cold just because she said she was hungry in the middle of the night. The boys in school who liked her could form a line from the mathematics department to the field. The look in their eyes changed from disdain to hatred. "He hasn't managed to pursue her even after all that simping. He really can take things in his stride." "Wanda is just good-natured. That's why she hasn't called the police." When the school hunk, Connor Graham, decided t