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."

"Public. Specific. No ambiguity whatsoever." He looked at the ceiling briefly. "What did she say." "She called me her sister," Irina said quietly. He looked at her. At her face. At whatever was on it. "Good," he said. Simply. Like it was the only appropriate response to that information. She held his hand. He held hers back. The hospital room did its hospital room thing around them and outside Atlanta went about its Wednesday and somewhere across the city Sasha McKinney was presumably still being available to anyone who wanted to take her up on it and finding, as she'd predicted, that nobody was.

She just wanted to eat and go to work. “Rielle.” He called out her name and she turned again “This is my sister. The one I told you about.” He says and she looked back at the redhead who was now grinning. Okay maybe there is a little, tiny, etsy-bitsy resemblance but she was too tired to notice it. She had the exact same eyes with Reed. Silver eyes. Their father must have had one strong hell of a gene. “Oh, your sister?” She said and he nodded. “Funny how life works, You know my brother and now look how we met.” The lady chirped in and stretched her hand forward “I’m Christabel, Chrissy Parker.” She says excitedly and Rielle smiled

Rhodes walked toward Marcy and leaned down to her level. "I'm not little. You are," she scoffed. "What?" His brows creased. "She's a brat," Reis told him. "That's my Lila's sister." "Not your Lila, she's mine." Marcy pointed at herself for emphasis. "She's my Sisi." She scoffed again. "Yeah? Then why don't I see any physical resemblance?" Rhodes asked curiously. I could practically feel sweat forming on my forehead. "Well... she takes after—"

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.

Ruby said waving a hand over my face. Sorry, please continue. I said as I shook the thought off, and concentrated on her. Oaky, we have the Acapellas: Rose, Lizzie, Hope, Hailey and Holly. They are always in the studio, whenever they are free, always creating new songs. Don’t worry, you will love them when you see them. Ruby said as I smiled, a brief smile which totally meant I don’t give a damn. We have the teacher’s pet: sally, phoebe, and megan. They are the teacher’s report cards.

She raised her chin in what looked like defiance, but was really an act of fortification for herself over what was to come, while their lustful eyes consumed her. “I’m first, this time,” Jeremiah muttered. “Tell me more about what you need,” he said as his lackeys stood so close behind her that she could feel their body heat on her back. “Not another clean up, I hope.” “I told you,” she grumbled. “My sister is missing and I need you to find her. Time is of the essence.” “It seems an odd thing for Sybil to send you to us to find a missing person. We usually work on more delicate and dire cases such as the one we just did for you. What is it about your sister being missing that makes it so

“Drink from me while we drink from you, little sister.” Lily obeyed instantly, licking and sucking Victoria’s folds with desperate hunger. Victoria moaned and ground down harder, smearing her sweet nectar across Lily’s lips and chin. At the same moment, two sisters attacked Lily’s breasts, Mei on the left, Selena on the right, sinking their fangs into the soft flesh around her nipples and sucking greedily. Sharp pleasure-pain shot through Lily’s body as they drank. Between her spread legs, Cassandra and another tall, athletic sister named Raven positioned themselves. Cassandra slid three long fingers into Lily’s soaked cunt, then added a fourth, stretching her open. Raven did the same to Lil

She spins her head from me to my sisters, then back to me. “Wait. What? Fated mate? Sister? Am I stuck in a Calvin Harris song? Can you fill me in?” Sage says with disbelief and confusion in her tone. I let out a big breath and push off the counter. “Emmy, how about you close the door?” After learning how Justin creeped on me the night of the full moon, I’m not taking chances with my door being open for others to hear these conversations. “Sage, these are my sisters: Emmy, Saph, Pearl, and Amy.” I gesture to each of my sisters, saying Amy’s name with a little annoyance. She’s always lacked a filter. She’s similar to Sage in a lot of ways. They are even the same size. Must be a short-person t