Sister From Another Mister Novels & Stories

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

They all stared at her, like she had grown two heads. "You are too funny, Ms. Allen. However, I assure you that I'm indeed Roman Morin's biological sister. I can also send you the DNA test reports if you want." Anthea's voice was filled with sarcasm as she looked at Sarah with a mocking smile. It made her blood boil, and she was about to speak when her mother grabbed her hand in a tight grip, making her turn her head in her direction. Camila instantly shot her a death glare, which made her slightly back off.

he said. I thought he just had a good memory. I forgot that he'd never once remembered I'm allergic to strawberries. His mother shot me a disapproving look. "Jennifer, a woman needs to be gracious about these things. You couldn't even produce a son. Lydia is carrying the McKinzie family's first grandson. "If it weren't for Harvey's kind heart—remembering all those years you've been together—by all rights, Lydia should be the first wife and you the second."

"Why not? I mean, wouldn't it make sense for a brother to ask her sister to get rid of the baby if he doesn't approve of the baby's daddy? We're talking about his sister's long-term happiness after all." The nurse intern on the right mulled over what the nurse intern on the left said. "I guess it kinda makes sense when you put it that way. But have you heard the way they address each other? They called each other Mister Something and Miss Something. No siblings would ever speak so formally with each other so I still don't think they are brother and sister." The nurse intern on the left always thought of herself as someone with good instincts and that coupled with her competitive nature made

Girls standing in the hallway and talking about my husband. I really should start getting to read about Damian. I wouldn’t to be asked a question by a reporter someday about my husband and my brain comes up blank. It would be so annoying. I turned to a corner when a hand suddenly shove me to the floor. I looked up to see Steph and her minions. A part of me became angry, the larger part however softened at the sight of my sister. It had been a while that I saw her. I suddenly missed my sister. “Steph,” I stood to my feet

“What?” Anabelle screamed as she couldn’t believe her twin’s words. ‘I said, that company belongs to your sister-in-law,” Octavius said as he stared at the wall wondering whether the latter had not heard her or that she just didn’t want to believe him. “My sister–in–law? Which sister–in–law?” Anabelle asked causing Octavius to feel like beating her. “Oh? How did the great Miss Anabelle Rodriguez, the only daughter to Amanda Anderson and Antonio Rodriguez EQ lower?” he asked mockingly causing the woman on the other side mad.

Hard. Soft. Gentle. Familiar. I know that lips. I know that smell. I know that feel. The light flicked on, harsh and sudden and we sprang apart. It’s Niko. Nikolai…My sister’s husband. “Aevia?” Shit.

my sister cut me off. Emilia Alonzo, Miya for short, is my younger sister. She is my mother's daughter with my step-father who happened to have another family aside from us and just left us hanging, and starving. She isn't using his surname for her legal wife forbid Miya to bear his last name, that's why she uses my mother's maiden last name.

“Sir?” “Find out everything you can about my so-called sister.” “Already done, sir. I do a check on everyone claiming to be a part of the family?” that was why he was there, to protect our interest and for interest’s sake. I asked. “Did you do a check on my wife as well?” silence. “Did you?” he cleared his throat. “Your sister is who she claims to be, and the madam did send money to her mother every month, but it seems that money was used by her stepfather. He had a drinking problem and was abusive to her mother. Also, you will never believe who her younger sister is?”

“Tomorrow the Terrible Two-Some of Sick and Misk will be back on the case, killin’ hoes and mo-fos in their sleep. The Killer Sisters are back, girlfriend!” Despite myself, I smile and return Mary Sue’s proffered high-five. No matter how much I try, I never seem able to hate her for very long.