Noah Beck Sister Novels & Stories

At first, they acted like they wanted to use the rest room until Becca turned off the tap I was using. “Noah tells me that you're siblings now, how sweet.” She smiled. I don't get why she's happy about that. “I have to go.” I made to walk past her, but she gave me a hard shove in the chest. “What do you want from me?” I shouted. “Noah already told you that we are step siblings, so you need to put your insecurities in check.” I said loud enough. Hoping someone outside will hear and come to my rescue. Becca put a hand on her hip, a hostile look on her face

“Today, of course! I came home immediately after I got off the plane.” She chuckled lightly and walked toward him. When she saw Natalie, who was standing next to him, she was not surprised. She asked, “This must be your wife. You have such a good eye. My sister-in-law is so beautiful. You must feel so proud when you bring her out into the public.” “...” John did not say anything to that statement. Becky looked at him before smiling at Natalie. “You must be Natalie. I’m Becky Winter, John’s sister. You can just call me Becks like John.”

he says dryly. I have no idea if that was affectionate or insulting, so I clamp my mouth shut and bury my face in my shake like it might save me from myself. Noah starts talking about his sisters. Leyla, eight years old — and Aria, 21 — working odd jobs, holding things together with grit and duct tape until he graduates and can support them properly. I nod. Smile. Listen. And inside, something twists. Because suddenly my problems feel … small. Soft. Padded.

"Noelle is your sister. It's only right that she helps you. You don't need to thank her." "Thank you, Jensen. Without you, I really don't know what I'd do…" Brooke buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed harder, and watching them only filled me with despair. Even though Brooke and I were biological sisters, I had grown up in the countryside with our grandparents. She, on the other hand, had stayed with our parents, growing up alongside Jensen like childhood sweethearts. Later, I was brought back to live with our parents and eventually started dating Jensen. Brooke became his personal assistant after she graduated from college.

His mother smiled, his younger sister gave me a teasing grin, and friends casually chatted, wine glasses in hand. Noah guided me gently to his side. “This is Amelia Monroe,” he introduced to his friends and some colleagues. “She’s been handling some of my investments.” “Welcome, Amelia,” his mother said softly. “We’ve heard so much about you.” “Thank you,” I said politely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” The evening carried on smoothly. Noah never left my side. Glances, small touches of his hand brushing mine… the electricity was palpable. His sister’s mischievous look hinted she was subtly interrogating me, but Noah’s protective eyes made my pulse race.

I started, my voice loud enough for everyone pause and look at me confused. Before I could utter another word, Calanthe beat me to it. “My sister, Naidira and I would like to inform everyone of something important.” Alpha Orion looked confused. Just like everyone else. “What's going on?” I raised a brow, chest heaving silently. What did she want to say? Her fingers dropped to her stomach and her next words were soft. “I'm with child for the Alpha.” My blood ran dry as gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd.

But while Grace was enjoying the moment… Someone else was watching her posts again. Back Home – Anita and Jackson Jackson sat on the couch scrolling through his phone. Anita was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Jackson suddenly frowned. “Anita.” She looked up. “Yeah?” Jackson turned his phone toward her. “Your sister is still traveling.” Anita walked closer and looked at the screen. Grace’s newest post showed her standing beside a river with the city skyline behind her. Johnny stood next to her smiling. Anita’s expression tightened slightly.

I tried to pull back, but her grip tightened just enough to stop me. “You’ve been avoiding him all night,” she teased lightly. Avoiding him? If only she knew. My feet felt heavy as she led me forward, each step bringing me closer to the one person I never wanted to stand in front of again. My pulse roared in my ears. Maybe he’ll pretend. Maybe he’ll act like nothing happened. Please… just act like nothing happened. We stopped. I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. “this is my sister,” she said warmly. “I told you about her.”

"Whatever you're doing, keep doing it." "I will." He nodded. Walked away. Liam was waiting for me in the locker room. He was already half undressed. His gear was piled on the bench next to him. His skates were on the floor. The laces were untangled. "You talked to your sister?" he asked. "Yeah." "How'd it go?" "She came over last night." Liam stopped. Looked at me. "And?" "She didn't forgive me. But she didn't scream at me either."

"Cynthia was our real sister! You're the fake!" The entitled look of arrogance on Sarah's face instantly froze. Joseph trembled as he picked up the reports from the floor, reading them over and over again. "No... That's impossible..." he muttered, shaking all over. "The sister we lost... The real sister we searched for over ten years..." Thomas' voice was terribly hoarse. "It was never Sarah." He pointed in the direction where my spirit floated. For a moment, I thought he could see me. "It was Cynthia."