Ryan Blaney Sister Novels & Stories

She already seems to have convinced herself that's she's got me wrapped around her finger. I politely smile at her before exiting. I should go to my dorm first and freshen up. Hailee's P.O.V. After eating Gale and I stick around at the cafeteria as I tell him all about Halsey and Lisa. I also learn about his younger sister, Holly. She's beautiful, blonde and has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. "She's definitely going to break hearts." I kid. Gale laughs. "Or she'll be more like me. You know? Sweet, charming, gentle, caring, loving."

I mentally nodded as I continued to stare at the lady who was glaring at me. "This is miss Layla," he said pointing at me and I smiled. Yup, that's me. "She is Noah Reynolds, your brother's fiancee." Her brother? I blinked again in surprise. Noah Reynolds had a little sister?! Layla didn't say anything about a little sister. But then again, she wasn't able to find much about the Reynolds family on the net, they were a private family. He had a sister, that was not planned. But then again, which part of this entire con was planned. I had been winging it since the second time I met the guy, why not just continue.

“Typical Sinclair power play, but okay, I’ll bite. You see, I never got over the fact that you killed my sister.” There it was. There it fucking was. Ryan still blamed me for his sister’s death even though none of it was my fault. Accepting the fact that it wasn’t my fault had taken years and years and fucking years of convincing. Of going through hell and back. I exhaled through my nose. “I didn't kill Layla, Ryan.” Ryan scoffed. “Right. Right. She just magically crashed that night. All on her own. No one to blame, right?” He shook his head. “Funny fucking story your family had people believing.”

She managed to contain her reaction, though, because her hunch was adamant that this woman bore her no ill will. “Who are you?” Faye asked, her tone formal. Judging by her resplendent beauty and regality, Faye was sure this was no ordinary woman, which meant there was even less reason for one such fine young lady to come to her. “My name is Lysithea. I’m Zayn’s sister.” Faye was stunned. She remembered Zayn as the only child—there was never any talk about having a sister. “You’re joking, right? He’s the only child in his family. He doesn’t have a sister,” Faye replied.

Either the people at Phoenix Club didn’t know her at all, or the woman beside him wasn’t Anabelle Santini. A detail shook loose from the stack of facts stored in his brain. Just a small piece of information Ryan had offered when he first ran their almost-witness. No brothers. One sister. He’d barely heard it at the time because they were looking at male relatives. They weren’t interested in her sister.

“Lana, looks like this is a fake name!” “Search her!” Ryan ordered a girl standing nearby. "Yes." In the end, they only found a letter of authorization from the hospital, signed by Aria Carter, dated more than a year ago, just in time for Ariel to die in an accident. "Are you Ariel's older sister?" Ryan was amazed, he had not thought of this case at all. "So what?" Aria didn't seem to want to answer, she smiled slightly. “You want to kill Sylvia to avenge your sister?” Ryan began to understand the problem.

Suddenly I feel self-conscious about my dull grey eyes and pale skin. Maybe I should have curled my hair. “Age,” he demands. I glance up at him. His face is completely blank. “Seventeen,” I answer. I feel Lawrence rub my back in comfort. The Alpha’s eyes shift from me to Lawrence, and his expression suddenly hardens with a hint of anger. Before I can think too much about it, my sister steps in front of me. “I’m Beverly Bryan, her sister,” she says sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

Where did his niece get the confidence to touch the heartless Mr Ferguson’s ex-wife? Her husband's face darkened and asked, “Does my sister know about this matter?” His wife nodded her head and replied, “Yes. Honey, I don’t want to discuss this sensitive matter over the phone. Please come home early.” Her husband promised that he would come home early. Then they hung up. Mr Bale was absent-minded. He couldn’t believe his beloved sister would allow her daughter to destroy her niece. Their parents passed away when Mr Bale was thirteen years old and his sister was sixteen years old. His big sister was a gifted children’s book author. She started writing children’s books when she was twelve year

"What's the matter? Tell me!" Rainie held her phone as she gave Jonathan a detailed account and warned him. "Do you understand? Don't leave any trace. Don't let anyone see your flaws." Jonathan patted his chest and promised. "Don't worry. It's a piece of cake... However, Rainie, you are really bad. Is Savannah your biological sister? You've hurt your sister for several times. You're even crueler than me!" Not bothering to listen to Jonathan's nonsense, Rainie decisively hung up the phone. She clenched her mobile phone, gnashed her teeth, and her eyes were filled with hatred...

“I’m the only illegitimate child my mom’s got.” “Oh.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. Blunt didn’t even begin to cover that statement. “Yes,” Ramsey said calmly. “She’s telling the truth. I have a sister—Rosalie.” He nodded toward the rude girl from earlier, seated a few chairs away, tapping her nails against her wineglass. “And I also have an older brother. Randall.” My attention snapped back to him. “But he’s not here yet,” Ramsey continued. “He’s watching the cameras.”