Patrick Mahomes Little Sister Novels & Stories

I really don’t like to be touched. “Please listen to me, Myka. I need to tell you something about your brothers, and your sister.” “Wait, I also have a sister?” “Yes, her name is Ariana and to be honest they don’t know anything about you.” “Not even Micah?” “He was never told about you, and I’m not even sure that Brianna knows that you lived after birth. It was bad enough she wasn’t a loud to tell Micah that she’s, his mother.”

Among those girls was Charlie, who observed this and recognized the laughter, as her younger sister, "Marlie!" Charlie murmured. Chad's attention was drawn to her, and he couldn't help but give her his piercing stare.

And was devastated that she was not beside him to hold when he woke up. Regardless, his hope was renewed for his beloved has whispered her name to him. "My lady, what is your sister's name?" "Well the middle sister is Anna Marie and the youngest is Anna Michelle. We call her Mish." He stared at her. Stunned speechless. Oliver and his sister Sofia tuned in to his reaction.

He'd lost his little sister to multiple sclerosis recently and seemed to have shit going on in his personal relationship and at work too. "Dana ended up being Ana's sister." Damon opened the door and walked in as I stood in the entryway in shock. "Wait. Like Ana, the girl he almost lost his job over a few years back?" I forced myself to walk down the hallway toward the sound of laughing. "Yeah. He's fallen in love with his ex-girlfriend's little sister. And he didn't have a clue." Damon moved over to Bethany and gave her a quick kiss. "Matthew!" Bethany moved around my brother and plowed into me.

When the two merged their businesses, Monteverse Investment Holdings or MIH was formed. Now he was the heir. He had a younger sister, but they weren’t close. She was the daughter of his mother from another man. She was still young, just in high school and living in the province. He had only seen Katy once, probably during her elementary graduation. They hadn’t met since then.

He lowers his head. “I’m sorry, Luna. I just.. I worry about my sister. She is only two, and..” He sighs. His sister sits besides him, but just then she stands and walks to Liam. Oliver opens his mouth to tell her to come back, probably, but I shake my head. “Alba.. Big Alba..” She says in her baby talk, and Liam chuckles as the little girl, who by all means should be sleeping by now, staggers into his arms.

After a few seconds of silence, Lucas solemnly said, "Corinne Carew, you're actually my long-lost sister and your name is Luna Rivera." Corinne calmly ate another spoonful of oatmeal before saying, "I know."

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

Its roof sagged, its walls were cracked, and the windows that had once been painted with saints were now jagged shards of broken glass. Clara wrapped her shawl tightly around her shoulders as she approached in the pale gray light of dawn. Her breath clouded in the chill air, her heart pounding faster with every step. The letter still rested in her pocket, its words echoing in her mind. The truth you seek about your sister lies within your family’s past. Meet me at the old chapel before dawn. Come alone. The stillness of the morning pressed on her. No birds sang. No breeze stirred. It was as though the world itself was holding its breath.

A coquettish, lively girl said, “The guy who captured Sis looks like a minor at a glance and is a year older than me at most. He’s just a fledgling, so why are you worried about it?” This was a twelve or thirteen-year-old little girl who looked 60% or 70% like Shirley. She was Shirley and Samuel’s little sister named Freesia Hancock. Although this little sister’s name was a little incompatible, she was genuinely their biological little sister, and three of them were of the same mother.