Ruby Sisters Novels & Stories

I asked, nodding toward the rabbit. "My daughter's. She refuses to go anywhere without it. Which means I refuse to go anywhere without it, because if she wakes up in the middle of the night and Bunny isn't there..." Detective Cross shook her head. "World War Three." I almost smiled. "How old is she?" "Five." She pulled onto the main road. "Her name is Lily. She's going to be thrilled to meet you. I've told her all about the brave girl I've been working with."

Not that I protested. “No,” She muttered as she made a U-turn onto the main road that led to her favorite shopping brand, Brahis, which would extremely infuriate Simon as that was the company he worked for until he was kicked out based on false accusations, later proven wrong months after he landed a Job with Stars. Since then, Simon had harbored deep hatred for anything that started with a B. And worse off, Brahis was a brand started by a man who designed bras for women, so yes, Simon disliked women too.

"But the two of them share a special bond that was a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. They are Moon Kissed, sisters from different mothers born at the same day, same time, under the influence of the same full moon." "But a lot of people are born under similar circumstances, aren't they?" I frowned. "There are several births all over the world." "Only a few are this special." He smiled. "They're even closer than blood related sisters." Was that why she was telling me that I wouldn't be able to dislike Freya for long? "Do you know why Sarah thinks Freya and I have similar personalities?" I asked Darcia. "I can't possibly imagine how." "Well, that's for us to know," he smirked. "And for you

“Kylie, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I’ve been hiding.” Kylie’s heart pounded with anticipation. “What is it, Rosy?” Rosy glanced around nervously, making sure they were alone. “I... I used to work for the Syndicate.” Kylie’s eyes widened in shock. “What? How is that possible?” Rosy’s voice trembled as she continued. “It was a long time ago before I met you and Lysander. I was young and desperate. They promised me safety and money. But when I saw what they were really like, I knew I had to get out. I managed to escape, and I thought I had left that life behind. But they found me.”

Her breasts were round, firm, and more importantly, real. There was something about Sierra I had noticed over the years; she didn't have a plastic body like the other girls in the club. Maybe that's why I was drawn to her. “Among other things.” Sierra whispered in my ear. I shut my eyes, raising a hand. Still, part of her job was fake seduction for cash. “Stop.” I murmured. “Can I have that note back?” She asked, holding her hand out. I smirked. “You think I'm arrogant?”

The table didn't fall completely silent, but there was a noticeable lulling, a pause in conversations as people glanced across the room. Irina reached for her wine glass. Put it back down. Turned to Sasha, a wholly placid smile painted on her face, and said, “The same way that most things happen, Sasha. Right place, right time.” She gave a small shrug. “Plus I have excellent taste.” A wave of hushed laughter went around the table. One of the board member’s wives gave an audible “Good for you,” and another seemed genuinely impressed. Sasha wasn’t deterred. “I just mean... that’s a bit of a leap, isn’t it? From teaching ballet to all of- ” she gestured around the room, vaguely encompassing the

My voice sounds strange to my ears, small and lost. "The Goddess is never wrong, child." Sybil smiles warmly at me, her golden canines sparkling. "I think you're very fortunate and blessed. Don't let your oddity make you feel bad." Her voice drops, neck tilted towards an angry Dominic and Ashton. "They'll sort themselves out. They both love you." Luna Sarah hugs her, and with that, Sybil leaves the pack house. "Get a hold of yourselves, for the sake of the Goddess!" Luna Sarah's shriek cuts through their raised voices, green veins bulge against her pale neck, fingers curled into a tight fist as she glares at her sons, heavy breaths filling the air.

A hushed silence fell over the crowd as she continued to speak in a low, menacing tone, "But, first, you may now pull and open the envelope stitched into your pockets, and unveil the personalized codenames we have assigned for each you." As if reflexes clouded my mind, my hands reached nervously into pockets, my fingers fumbling as it automatically groped the hidden pocket of my dress. And there inside, I felt a a simple card with cursive etched script urging me to pull it out. The invitation sat heavy in my pocket, as if it was ticket to this masquerade of lies. And as Ruby Fridays, I was... my curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself pulling out the small card with my assigned co

Here are some fun facts about The Romanov Princess: -The original title of this story is My Vampire Mistress. - The short name for Anastasia in Russian would be "Nastya" or "Nastas" not Ana. And did you know the short-name for Alexandra isn't "Alex", but in Russia we would call her, "Sasha". LOL. - The two sisters only appeared as fictional characters at first, but one of my great readers suggested I make the story more historical, and that's when I realized how coincident it was that the characters really matched the real Grand Duchesses of Russia.

She radiated the poised authority of a distinguished and powerful lady. She moved gracefully, attending to the wealthy ladies of Draventh. "Ruby!" a loud, boisterous voice called out. Ruby's expression stiffened instantly. She knew that it was her sisters. Her parents had also arrived early, but they were inside, chatting with peers. "Riley, Kendall, Selene, Sydney," Ruby addressed them. "What a grand scene!" Kendall Johnson, Ruby's second sister, exclaimed. She was dressed ostentatiously like a nouveau riche.