Sister Jean Novels & Stories

Jean continued cruelly, "Sonia's dead now. You, as her parents, drove your own daughter to her death. And you, as her brother, killed your own sister! None of us is better than the other. We're all murderers! What can you do to me?" Mom, unable to take it anymore, screamed hysterically. Then, she lunged forward, her hands clamping around Jean's throat. "Die! Just die! Give me back my daughter, you bitch!"

Trying to process what the little girl just said. "She wants a sibling, sister in law" Jordan's voice was full of mockery. "Janice, don't worry sweetheart you have Jean as your sibling." She coaxed the little girl who just pouted from sadness. "Jean doesn't like me" "Jean likes you. You're his sibling, how could he not love such a cutie?" Nevena pinched her puffy cheeks. "Now don't be sad. Cheer up!" "If you say so aunty" … After eating lunch together everyone did their own thing. Either in chatting or playing games.

"You must be Zac!" Zachary had heard from Noah that Jeana was not as innocent as she appeared. "Yeah," he replied, his tone cold. "What are you eating? Can you share a piece with me? I can be like a sister to you!" Sister? Zachary immediately countered, "If you're my sister, then you should call my mom 'Aunt' and my Dad 'Uncle', right?" Jeana felt a bit embarrassed. "I was just joking. I'm more like an aunt to you."

"What do you mean, Julie? Can you calm down?" "Please, Miss, let me talk to him." "Yeah, you better do that, because if I do the talking, I’ll lose my patience and kill him!" Julie’s eyes burned with rage, while Liam was still utterly bewildered. He just stood there, seeking an explanation. "Wait a minute, what happened? My God, I don’t understand anything." "You raped my sister, you bastard! Don’t act stupid and pretend you don’t know!" "What?"

After our family went bankrupt under millions of dollars of debt, I risked my life to protect my little sister from the ruthless loan sharks. She, however, floated above the squalor—a saint who treated money like filth. I was beaten half to death trying to guard the last thousands of our savings. Once the money was secured, she handed every last dime to a pitiful distant uncle. I saved us from the goons with a smashed glass bottle, shielding her all the way to the police station. Instead of thanking me, she called me barbaric, insisting I should have sat them down for a civilized conversation. I toiled for months pulling three grueling shifts a day to settle our father’s debts, while she lou

I said, and she squealed before jumping on me. “Seems someone missed me.” I hugged her back. “I’ve missed you, Ana,” she whispered. “Me too.” “Jeanne, would you let your brother and his wife in?” Mrs. Nicole yelled, making Jeanne pull from the hug. It’s so nice to have a sister. “Sorry, come in.” she cleared her throat. “Now you don’t have a brother again,” Leonard said with a jealous tone and a pout, walking in and Jeanne gasped, running after him. Drama king.

No, she orders in her authoritative voice. When Killian comes within hearing distance, Andrea speaks again, “I'm not doing this because I have the hots for you. I mean I had a crush on you ages ago, but not now.” She rolls her eyes, changing her tone, “I care for you so that my brother doesn't get a heart attack and dies earlier than intended. So, you better be careful, pretty boy.” Blush coats his cheeks, hearing her speak about something like this so nonchalantly. “What a loving sister I have. Wow, I'm so touched that it feels like my heart is out in the open, getting kissed by a gentle breeze.” Comes a sarcastic remark from Killian.

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.