Ryan Upchurch Sister Novels & Stories

* *Ryan: I try, don't give me all the praises when you have not seen how stubborn she is. *Gina: Oh really?.* *Ryan: Do you have siblings?* *Gina: I do, I have an elder brother and also an elder sister.* *Ryan: You are so lucky to be the last born. Unlike me.* *Gina: What do you do?* *Ryan: I'm into music and arts.* *Gina: That's great.* *Ryan: Yes it is. What about you? What do you do when you're not helping confused brothers navigate feminine care products?*

Ryan said as he clenched his fist in anger. “What? What do you mean by that?” Christ asked as his heart sank in fear. "It's his—Vlad’s sister, Veronica. When I killed her brother and father, she threatened to make Cherry suffer the same fate she had to witness. She will make me suffer for what I did, and she will make Cherry suffer because she is the reason for what I did!” Ryan said as he punched on the wall. “Brother— I do not know what they are planning.” Christ said in a shaking voice. He was scared about what in the world were they planning? What kind of plans they had for her and why?

Christian orders the food and we chat some more. I tell them about the charity and ask both of them to come. Ruby and Christian are jewels in Hollywood. It would be great to have them in the charity. And they agree to come. Ruby gave me some more ideas for the charity. She also mentions Rainey to help me for the charity. Rainey was our private assistant and friend back in our social media influencer's life. We still keep in contact with her sometimes. I'm planning to contact her after lunch. Hopefully, she is available. "Christian. How's your latest album?" I ask him. He smiles at me. "Well, I'm approaching my target, Izzy."

Not right away. Something in her faltered. Something old and bruised. That girl I once called sister. The one who cried at night and whispered dreams in my ear. I saw her—just for a second—in the flicker of her expression. Then it was gone. “You have one chance, before I bounce back at you,” she said. “Use your hand to untie Rochelle and let her go.” I laughed out sharply . “And let you finish what you started? “No, I wouldn't let you do that,” I added. “Let me finish healing what you broke.”

By the time Razl pulled onto the gloomy, rain-sodden streets of downtown Wesley, he’d managed to learn a bit more about the human than just her name and the fact that she had a prickly attitude. She was twenty-six years old, had just bought her first condo and taught Women’s Studies at a private university in Smythe, Virginia. He’d also learned that she had spent the past few weeks searching for her younger sister, a nineteen-year-old named Sapphire, who also lived in Smythe…and whose party-girl lifestyle and recreational drug use had a habit of landing her in a variety of unsavory situations.

His mother, Evelyn, had worked as a sports therapist before leaving her career to raise their children. Children. My eyes paused on the word. I turned the page. There was a section labeled FAMILY. Ethan Ryder, fifty-five. Evelyn Ryder, fifty-two. Then another name. Melissa Ryder. My eyes narrowed. I leaned closer. Melissa “Missy” Ryder. Age twenty-two. Younger sister. University student. Part-time content creator. The report included a photograph. She had long ginger hair, pale skin, and bright green eyes. Unlike Chase, she was smiling openly at the camera. There was nothing guarded about her expression.

I wanted to laugh at the expression at her face but decided against it. The woman grinned, revealing toothpaste advertisement-worthy teeth. "How are you? Come in!" Her enthusiasm was contagious. I felt myself smiling. Precious and I followed closely behind her. "What are your names?" She asked us without looking at us. "I'm Luc," I said. She gave me a smile over her shoulder and did not ask if it was short for anything. "I'm Precious," Precious said, barely audible. "I'm Nikky. Mother of Jacob, James, Erin, Edwin and Bobo," she said. "Call me Nikky. N-i-k-k-y. It is short for Nicola."

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

"Ethan is my brother. I got the job under his ID and degree." Ryan narrows his eyes and clenches his jaw in frustration. "You still didn't answer. What. Are. You?" He hisses as he specifies every word clearly. I look up at him in confusion as he saw my boobs and I even confessed I am not a man. Fucking stupid for a CEO. "I am a girl." I silently whisper. Ryan skeptically stares at my body as he perplexedly asks, “Are you sure?” WTF! I nod, but he is not even looking at me instead his eyes fixed on my lower self. He glares doubtfully while scratching the stubble hair on his chin as if not believing me, “Hundred percent a girl?”

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!