Sister From Another Mister Novels & Stories

Sister please Stop calling me your sister , stop calling me that , I am not and I will never be your sister that you know already done the moment that you decided to take the company away from me . You knew all this while , you knew all along that they were not going to let me have that company , I was supposed to have that company at 23 , but I was decided and they sent me away to work somewhere and get more expertise and for the good of our family company , I believe and I decided to take that .

It was just a dream, I said to myself but I could still remember those words. Leaving the bathroom, I saw my sisters still standing in my room, their arms crossed over their full chest. Bree and my other sister, Anatasia—they bore a lot of resemblance, they had the same strawberry blonde hair, plump lips, double eyelids and nose. The only difference was the colors of their eyes, while Bree's was green, Ana's was ocean blue.

When Andrea first appeared in his life with her mother, Amelia, Killian hated her. Growing up, he was a small child who got picked on by bigger kids in the neighbourhood. His dislike for his step sister was instant but it took a serious turn when she started bullying him as well. She would push him, laugh at him and make fun of him.

She probes. "We kissed," I confess. I continue. "But, I am so scared. Sarah will be so angry with me. What if she finds out?" "Why do you even care?" She questions. "Because she is my sister, and I am messing around with her best friend,” I answer. “Someone I am not even supposed to look at twice, let alone do anything else with.” "Aiden is not your cousin or brother, he is just your sister's best friend," She tells me.

She wasn’t looking at him but smiling shyly at Jayden. Right beside her was her twin sister, Annabelle, her total opposite in every way. Short skirt, heels clacking, heavy pink gloss, paired with a confidence aura of knowing the boys were going crazy over her. The Moretti twins were born and raised in the same Mafia household, yet like two different worlds. “Yo, sweet cheeks,” Jayden greeted. Jairo murmured a soft “hi” toward Isabelle, but she didn’t hear him. She was too distracted by Jayden.

His words hit my chest like a physical blow. But if a family has no love or respect left, can it still be called famiglia? My mind drifted uncontrollably to my late sister, Seraphina. I knew that Seraphina and Horton had been considered a perfect match since childhood. They shared the same cold intelligence, the same hunger for power. They had fought side by side in this brutal underworld since they were young, and they forged a deep bond. My sister had always been the dazzling, brilliant daughter of a mafia family, while I was always in her shadow. Few people even remembered the Rossi family had a younger daughter.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

of seeing a video of the CEO of Santoro Industries being killed by one of my sisters and his wife calling to request a meeting with Bronx directly for MasonCo contract negotiations. “One of my sisters did that? But she couldn’t have attacked you. All the photos we have seen, she has silver hair and violet eyes like I do. I think you would have recalled that when you met me.” “Yeah, we are still trying to figure out how it all connects, but I wanted you to know. We have seen these women do some messed up things, but never as far as killing someone.” “You know what? I could go for that banana now. But only if it is covered in ice cream and chocolate syrup,” I say blankly.

Then, with a bitterness that shocked me, he added, “Sister.” “Sister…” I gasped, the words felt so foreign and, at the same time, familiar to me. A ripple spread through the crowd. I could hear shocked whispers and gasp spread like wold fire. His sister? I could see the shock mirrored in their eyes. Who could have believed that the mafia king, the untouchable existence that ruled the strongest pack, had a sister? Selene’s smile sharpened, her gaze sweeping past Damon before it landed on me.

She was looking forward to having a handshake with Prince Browns when she sees him. Some minutes later, Amanda arrived with her friend Mirabel. Mandy was confused. She thought that the lady she saw before was Amanda but she was wrong. Tricia on the other hand was more confused. She immediately concluded that the lady that just came in heavily pregnant must be her sister because her friend Mirabel is also with her. She looked at Anita and asked, " Who are you? Why do you look so much like my sister?" Anita did not answer her.