Patrick Mahomes Little Sister Novels & Stories

"You think this pathetic little trick will get my dad's attention? You think he's going to chase after you and beg you to come back like in some stupid movie? You're utterly pathetic." I said nothing. I just silently knelt down to pick up my scattered belongings. Among them, a pale blue cashmere sweater lay quietly on the rug. It was the one my sister, Seraphina, had knitted for Luca with her own hands before she died. She had spent three whole months on it, stitch by stitch. "When Luca gets a little older, he's going to love this sweater," she had once told me. He had never worn it in all these years. I thought he didn't care about it, and since my sister had left so few things behind, I de

The air tasted rinsed, I felt more alive, and my past seemed more dead. .......... "Ooh. You home. Thank the stars you didn't get smitten by the sun since you so scared of stepping out. How was therapy today?" Rosaline—Marovelle's sister and Davis' mother—asked, setting the table. "Therapy was fine."

I felt that way now, after seeing Helena with that man. “Grace has always been the helpful one,” my mother interjected smoothly. “Haven’t you, dear?” The old familiar role. Grace the helper. Grace the accommodating one. Grace, who never says no. Sometimes I wondered if my mother even saw me at all, or just the function I served in the family. Before I could respond, the door flew open again, and Hunter’s younger sister Maya burst in with her usual whirlwind energy. “Sorry I’m late!” she called out. “Traffic was insane, and then I couldn’t find my keys, and—” She stopped short when she saw everyone assembled. “Oh good, I’m not that late after all.”

The friends that looked for Kayden when they didn't have money and needed him to buy drugs for them. "Well, hello there." He smirked looking at me like he remembered me. He then pointed his index finger at me, biting his lip and resting his body against the opened door. "You're the Giamatti girl... Kayden's little sister. I remember you. You've grown, I'm not the kind of guy to get with my friend's sister but... I guess Kayden wouldn't mind."

Pack members came to offer condolences, leaving tokens and gifts, though each gesture felt like a reminder of Serena’s absence rather than a balm to their grief. Serena’s sisters, **Elara** and **Maeve**, were inconsolable. Elara, always fiery and bold, struggled to contain her anger and took to the training grounds pushing herself to exhaustion as if she could channel her pain into strength. Her eyes constantly scanned the horizon, waiting for any sign of her sister’s return. Maeve, quieter and gentler, retreated into herself, her eyes dull with sorrow withdrew entirely, a shadow of her former self, her bright laughter replaced by a haunting silence. The loss of her older sister took a toll

she said. I took her to their home and I went home. Tomorrow.. I picked her up again and we went in together. "Sister Hershey, hurry up!!! Borther Harrish is here. He's waiting for you!" Prince Said, Hershey's younger brother. Brother Mac is not here. Only Prince and her mom were with her. Then her step sister is the eldest girl. "Yes! Just a moment!!!" she answered. "Lil sis, you're going to die!!" Ate Kaycee said it. They are really cute siblings. I couldn't stop smiling at that.

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE WEDDING OF KAYDEN WOLF SMITH & SKYLAR CANDY CAMPBELL… But what had my stomach churning painfully was the date on the bottom of the geode. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. How could they do something like this? Wed me to my deceased sister’s fiancée? “Ohhh, look at that. She likes it.” Mom announced clasping her chest, and cheers broke around the table.

"I called you and called you, but you didn't answer." I kissed her sweet cheek. "Where I was I couldn't hear you." It felt like lead had dropped into the pit of my stomach. I pulled her to me and showered kisses all over her face. "I would have if I could have. But I'm here now, baby. Shhh. I'm here now." I peered into her face and gave her a shaky smile. "You have a little sister?" The serious look slipped away from her face and she smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah! I have a sister name baby Zoe."

This was just the right person she wanted to talk to and she was quite glad he called at that moment. ''How's my favorite god daughter doing?'' he asked. ''I'm fi- Wait! Am i not your only god-daughter?'' Aliyah asked. Patrick laughed, a deep belly laughter that had his whole body shaking. It was one filled with joy and love. She had never heard Patrick laugh like this in a long time and hearing him now filled her with a sense of peace and accomplishment she never thought she would see. ''Technically, you aren't. My sister, the one I said lives in Jamaica, just had a baby last night.'' he smiled.

It’s Catherine. “Superstar,” I mumble. They probably think I’m crazy. It’s either I am crazy or that’s her. Lucas laughs. I notice now he’s on his feet and with Sam’s phone. “What’s so funny?” I ask. “Her bio literally says I’m not a superstar,” Lucas answers. What? Why would she write that? Lucas offers me the phone before I can grab it. “Look at it right there, Cal.” Everything on the screen blurs except for her username. Mama_mace. What the—? She has a kid named Mace. For who?