Ruby Sisters Novels & Stories

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

c said and Samira went to the stage to dance. " silver what was that for?" Nicki whispered to silver " hey calm down I know what am doing okay, so you gotta trust me, just don't make use of the dancing steps you use as the ananymous girl okay" silver said and that got Nicki more confused. " explain what's going on silver" Nicki whispered again.

Not long after, a familiar woman on her fourties, and a young lady came in. Both Mr. And Mrs. Collins were taken aback when they saw Siren, following Sylvia Blanco-Mendez. "What are you doing here?" Mrs. Collins glared at the young lady with such disgust on her face. As if she heard nothing, Siren, sat beside her mom. Jeff and Diana came in to and stood behind them. "Should I greet everyone a good morning? Or we should go on to the main reason why we're here?" Sylvia speak first. "Thank you for inviting us here, Madam Mendez. But I don't understand why this woman," Mrs. Collins never hide her disgust look on Siren. "..is here."

Turning to her, I say, "I'm sorry. You must think I'm so rude. I'm Piper, Moby's wife." Something about this girl instantly calms me; she exudes peace. Her creamy white skin is like porcelain, with dark, almost black hair, bright green eyes, she's thin and relatively tall, strikingly beautiful, but there's not one ounce of jealousy in me looking at her so close to Moby. With one hand still resting on Moby's chest, I reach over to her to pull her into a hug, whispering my gratitude in her ear. "Thank you for bringing his smile back."

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

“I’ve just been busy with work… How would I have any problems with Ruby? You guys are overthinking.” Rose grinned and hugged me, rubbing her upper body against me and looking seductive. She clung to me. The pleasant fragrance of her body made my mouth dry. “Do you want to play a game with me, Master?” Rose opened her mouth a little and showed her tongue. “Do you want to eat me or something else…” She spoke seductively as she looked at me. Although Rose and Ruby were twin sisters, their characters were vastly different. Ruby was reserved and amiable while Rose was fierce and passionate. Yet, they looked like two peas in a pod. There were two kinds of temperaments to one look.

“Although I am still unaware of the beauty's name.” I rolled my eyes, stepping between them. “Alright, Romeo. Keep your lips to yourself.” Bridgette flushed, “I'm Bridgette Hayes.” Vern grinned, nodding his head with understanding, “Riri, you dog. You never told me your sister was this gorgeous.” “Stepsister. And I don't see how that is any of your business.” I replied, pulling his hands away from hers, “And keep your hand to yourself, She’s not interested.”

At that moment, I could have sworn that I felt a presence, her presence. Samantha Camilla Campbell was a force to be reckoned with, the kind of woman you wish to be and just fall in love with by just a simple look at her. A promising future, a drop-top dead gorgeous fiancee who would do about anything just to see her smile, she was a kind of woman who had it all figured. I have seen how everyone worshipped the very polished ground she walked on, and I was damn proud of the woman she was. As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back.

Precious did not think any guy is attractive if he is below thirty, and the guy in the pink shirt was obviously about our age. Lily looked at the corner, "there are two of them. Twins, I mean." "Let's go say hello!" I jumped up, fumbled in my bag, found the towel I brought and used it to dry my body. "Abeg go alone. I do not go to men, men come to men." Precious removes her sunglasses from her bag and wears them. "Suit yourself," I laughed. "Puppet, come be your sister's wing woman." Lily took the hand I held out to her and stood up. She let me dry her arms, thighs and face that had identical freckles as mine on her nose, cheeks and at the corner of her left eye.