Ryan Blaney Sister Novels & Stories

This wasn't the first time I'd overheard them discussing a mysterious she-wolf. A month ago, Miss Eliza had tasked Nanny with finding someone. The details were scarce—just that it was to remain confidential unless Elder Morgan inquired directly. "It's Ruby Pearson," I whispered to Ivy. "Katherine Morgan's younger sister." Ivy's mouth fell open in shock. "Katherine had a sister? A real one?" I nodded solemnly. "Katherine's biological parents had three children: Katherine herself, Ruby, and a brother named Ryan." The door suddenly opened, and I nearly tumbled forward. Nanny Agatha stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

York, but she was once Hank’s sister-in-law, so she did not strike fear in Hank. In fact, the Hunt sisters would not give the Browns much of an attitude for the sake of Sonny.

Tresh was surprised to meet Mia rushing inside the house looking upset and decided to find out from his friend what the matter was. “Damn!” Blaze exclaimed watching her disappear into the house. He was relieved to see Tresh coming towards him. “TT, my man, who is that girl?” Blaze asked before TT could say anything. “That’s Mia, Tanya’s older sister,” Tresh responded. “No wonder!” Blaze exclaimed in disbelief. “No wonder what?” Tresh asked, curious. “She is so beautiful, I thought I was seeing Mercy Drew. She looks exactly like her mother,” Blaze explained. “You first love,” Tresh responded, everything starting to make sense to him.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?

My voice cracked. "You need to tell us everything ?" Madden said, visibly upset. I shook my head. "Not now. Later. I promise. But first…" I pulled out the photograph of Alice in the lake. The warning on the back. The napkin. "Someone killed my sister. Someone left these warnings. Someone has been watching me since the day I arrived." Ashley stared at the evidence. Tears welled in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell us?" "Because I didn't know if I could trust you."

Sarcasm was dripping from her voice. “See you then, babe.” “Ya bye.” She chuckled at their stupid conversation. “Who’s Blaze and Ron?” Timothy asked her immediately after the call ended. “Ron is Aubrey’s elder brother, who is also a doctor. And as for Blaze, he is one of Ron’s colleagues and his best friend. He is situated in Pelican, but he makes temporary visits here once in a while.” Before Timothy could ask any more questions, their stop came, and both Timothy and Dan had to get out.

I stare over the damaged sight of my sister-in-law, growing enraged at her mistreatment as she heaves for air, clutching her chest in agony. “Blaine happened,” Raven spits, a drop of blood escaping from the corner of her mouth as she wipes it away with the back of her hand, causing a red trail to paint her tanned skin, “-he hadn’t done what Tyler asked at all,” she coughs raspily, “-he helped free her.” “He what?” I growl a flash of red consuming my vision as the taste of betrayal plays across my tongue.

I knew the never-ending question would begin as soon as they saw him, thinking he was their father. Lyra Helene raised her hand. “Nice to meet you, Dylan. I’m Lyra Helene, and she’s my sister, Leyanne,” she said as they shook hands. “Gosh! Ask him already if he could cook well!” Another voice inside the car made Dylan and Anya’s eyes widen in surprise. “Mommy!” she screamed impatiently. “I’m coming!” I rolled my eyes, wanting to know what my other two girls did to the youngest. “OMG! Don’t tell me…” Anya peeked slowly inside the car, and her eyes followed me as I entered the vehicle to unfasten Selene’s seatbelt in the child seat.