Ron Weasley Sister Novels & Stories

I popped the p, "they're not." "Do they all go to this school?" She inquired. "Nope. Only the last and first Walker goes to this school. The first son who technically, is the fifth Grace, is a varsity student." "Interesting." She murmured. "How come you know much about this family? You're related or something?" She asked me. "I've been in Gryffindor long enough to know who's who, who's dating who and who married whom." I replied. "I'm family. They're my siblings. I'm an only girl."

Rebecca, Caroline's Aunt, swore to snatch the wolf soul of that werewolf who would have done this with her niece. "Kane!! You played the presentation that you should have played later." Artemis said casually, looking at his assistant, who was clueless about it but still maintained a face that he had done this CRIME of disrespecting his boss's wife. "Anyways, now that this presentation is already in front of you. I want to let everyone know why I called my wife my lucky charm." "Everyone present knows that how Weasley and Haysbert are families connected by Sophia Weasley Haysbert and Oliver Weasley because of the sibling's bond but only one person except me know that full name of my wife befo

Rhea's Pov “Rhea!” Howard roared, veins popping out on his forehead and neck, his eyes were bloodshot, “Ginny is your sister!” “Sister? Mr Thorne, did you forget that you wanted to disown me a few days ago? How come I have a sister now?” I crossed my arms with a smile, and an extreme sense of satisfaction filling me up as I watched Ginny suffer. My eyes remained locked on him, drinking in every twitch of his furious face. And then it came back to me, crystal clear. A memory slipped in. Months ago, Howard was on his knees in my office, his voice hoarse, his pride cast aside. Begging and pleading. Asking me to help Ginny when she had gone to jail.

All I knew was that Skyler Voss was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and I wanted him to look at me—really look at me—more than I'd ever wanted anything. He didn't, of course. I was Ronan's kid sister. A scrawny, mousy-haired girl with paint-stained fingers and a tendency to trip over my own feet. Skyler ruffled my hair when Ronan introduced us, called me "little bit," and promptly forgot I existed. But I didn't forget him.

Earning a peal of hearty laughter from her. She was glad to see Sabrina in such a mood. Ronan had brought so much joy to her sister, one she never knew she would experience in marriage and as Luna over the Nightwalker pack. They lay on the king-sized bed in silence and Ophelia tried as much as she could to be normal in front of her younger sister. But it was futile. Sabrina could see the pain in her eyes. It was something that Ophelia couldn't hide despite how much she had tried. Sabrina knew her elder sister was a strong woman, stronger than she could ever imagine. But she didn't even know it yet.

The only time I had seen her in this state was when Loriah was kidnapped. "How can you let this happen?" She pointed an accusing finger towards Draco and me. I turned away ashamed. "Brea..." She choked. "You need to find her. She looks tough on the outside, but that's just a front. She has a soft heart... and she’s afraid of the dark." She almost collapsed on her knees but I caught her in time. "Nora!" Luna Layla rushed to her. "You need to be strong. I brought other witches who will help you work on a location spell." Sister Nora’s eyes snapped open and looked at Luna Layla decisively.

a voice off-camera complained. I arched an eyebrow. “Who is that?” Sarael asked. “That’s Persephone. She’s one of Luna Crista’s sisters. And a bit… um, imagine Silvercloud with blond hair, tits, and a chip on his shoulder.” Kurt explained. “I’ll show you a chip on the shoulder when I take a chunk off yours!” as a blonde girl dove knocking Kurt off camera.

She seemed excited and was giving me an expectant look. As if there was anything more that I can give her! I simply smiled at her politely as I don’t even have the right words to say to her. I want to die. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. Someone, please bury me so I can avoid embarrassing myself even further. This girl is not my sister. She’s a blonde Hermione Granger. ‘Master?’ Custard came to my side and poked my hand. ‘Not now, buddy. I’m devastated. My sister is a fricking genius to master the use of magic before me! She’s on her way to Hogwarts while I have to stay in the basement!’

"That old hag said we looked alike. I didn’t expect us to look this alike." I stared at her, forcing out the most terrifying possibility in my mind, one word at a time. "Should I be calling you my sister?" She seemed slightly surprised. After a brief pause, she let out a mocking laugh. "Top student indeed. You’re smart." When that possibility first surfaced in my mind, it had felt absurd. I had even hoped I was wrong, but the moment she confirmed it herself, my emotions twisted into something indescribable. "You should call me your older sister. I was born Rowena Wallace. I came out a few minutes before you. My dear twin sister, we finally meet after eighteen years."

The bastard knew what he was doing riling her up like that. “I’m not twelve you overgrown caveman. I’m almost seventeen!” “I should turn you into a house plant for your disrespect.” Orion growled. She whirled on him. “Go ahead, grandpa. See if my sister wants anything to do with you then.” Her eyes slid to Draco, “Got anything to say?” “No, I do not.” I swallowed a laugh, forcing it down before it could glide past my lips. Clapping my hands together, I stood.