Sister Jean Novels & Stories

The moment he smiles anyone can believe anything he says. Jean noticed the great joy on Sister Minda's face. She only sees it like that when Key is still alive. This is because she took care of her boyfriend since his parents died. It can be Sister Minda also see Emman's similarity to Key? Or she is the only one who thinks that? "You've been there for a while Jean?" She blinked at Sister Minda question as they looked at her. Jean tried to focus on Sister Minda. "Just arrive now." "Oh, is that so? Did you know, Emmanuel, that Jean is also a good in cook," Sister Minda said with a smile.

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

"Well then, let’s not waste any more time. Write down the terms and sign the contract! Then we can start the one-on-one battle." Alicia frowned at her sister’s blatant greed. Finally, she snapped, "What are you trying to pull here? Why are you so vicious? Do you really want him to die?" To be precise, Jeanette and Alicia were half-sisters. Jeanette was born to Theodore's legally wedded wife, while Alicia's mother was just Theodore’s mistress at most. The sisters were completely different in look and personality. Jeanette did not appreciate her sister’s intervention, so she spat, "I’ve been meaning to ask you, you little bitch. Why do you keep speaking up for that kid? Have you fallen for hi

I responded. Allison gasped. She had a glass of juice in her hand. "Like really now? Are you trying to tell me what to do in here? You are just a stranger and you will have to do whatever I say. "Allison said cruelly. " I Know but I'm already here.. why don't you just take the other place? " I asked again. " Maybe I should remind you who I am here. Aunt Kelly is my mom's twin sister and that makes her my aunt, that makes Jayden my cousin that makes Uncle Brian my uncle.

"Elena!" A gut-wrenching scream cut through the street noise. I turned my head. A walking corpse knelt ten meters away, held back by three of my bodyguards. Matted hair. Sunken cheeks. The dark, bruised eyes of a junkie. It was Bella. "Elena!" she struggled, trying to get to me. "Look at me! Look at what I've become!" I watched her, my face a blank mask. "I don't know you." "You don't know me?" Bella let out a sharp, cawing laugh. "Elena, I'm your sister! Your beloved Bella!"

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

Winona did not believe me and even thought I was a conwoman. "Who are you? Why should I believe you? Yvonne is my best friend. Why would she poison me? Harass me any further and I'll call the police." I looked at her and said, "I'm Yvonne's younger sister, Greta. If you don't believe me, look into her bag. The poison is in there." Winona did not believe me and laughed coldly. "You're Yvonne's sister? She has never mentioned having a sister. You didn't even bother to make up a good lie."

I stopped in the doorway. Across the street, under the glow of a streetlamp, a sleek black car was parked perfectly. And there, standing with his back against the car door, was Aaric Bernardi. I took a deep breath before stepping forward. I inhaled deeply before finally speaking. “You should call Mellan.” Aaric, focused on driving, only furrowed his brows slightly, as if I had just said something absurd. “Why?” I glanced at him, trying to keep my tone steady. “Because she’s my sister. And she’s your fiancée.”

Shooting me a jealous look, she said, "No, that's not it! Yelena is definitely not a good person. She must've tricked you somehow. I'm your online girlfriend, not her!" "Whether you are or not doesn't matter anymore. Either way, the person I like is your sister," Xander retorted, his gaze frosty. Tears slipped from Marissa's eyes, though they were born of sheer fury. She let out a crazed scream, but in the next second, Dad gave her a good, hard smack across the cheek.