Sister Jean Novels & Stories

Jade's POV The week flew by without any advancements made in my 'seduce my brother's best friend' plan so I guess it was time to give up and find someone else, maybe Connor has a big package though he probably doesn't, well I'll find out at the party tonight. I curled my hair and put on a short, satin, navy blue dress that had a slit just right on my thigh, I don't really know how to apply make-up so I put on a little mascara and some clear lip gloss. I wore black boot heels and put on a matching black leather jacket then, went downstairs, passing Jonathan and Blake on the way to the door. "Whoa whoa whoa," he stopped me, "where the hell do you think you're going with that," he pointed at my

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

She chuckled darkly when I didn't respond. I was shocked and I couldn't formulate words. I knew what I just got myself into. She had the power to end everything with me and Alessandra. "Wondering how I knew it was you?" "What are you talking about?" I tried to calm my racing heart. I was not scared of the manipulative bitch Infront of me but I was scared of loosing Alessandra. I refused to loose her again. "Don't play smart with me I know you have been screwing my sister's brains out. She hasn't stopped bragging about you at dinner and it's begining to sicken me!"

my sister's long litany. So now, I finally understand, I understand why my sister used to force Daniel on me, that is why. I just can’t only accept the fact that I really gave all my love to the man I thought who loves me too. I forcefully wiped away my tears that was falling nonstop on my cheeks, and painfully whispered… “I will be gone for now, but when I decided to come back, I will make sure to make all of you taste my sweetest revenge for making me feel worthless and unlovable, most of all— to you my dearest adopted sister.”

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.

Mothers and daughters were supposed to have the most intimate bond, but for me, just seeing a call from her made me sick. My phone rang three times before I finally took the call. "Are you dead?" Mom screeched at me. "Why the heck did you take so long to answer the phone? You're bloody useless, you know that? Why are you always unreachable when something happens, huh? You might as well be dead for all I care!" That was precisely what she thought of me. I was so useless that I might as well be dead. Thus, when my younger sister, Amy Lockwood, had kidney problems, she insisted that I donate my kidney to Amy.

Truthfully, I think he'd like to hump you if there would be no consequences. "Your sick," Jean said, "first you fuck your son, and now you claim my brother-in-law wants to fuck me." "What's on the tape," Rick asked. "Your saintly Aunt is fucking her brother-in-law." "He wasn't my brother-in-law then," Jean retorted, "besides I was drunk." "I don't think your husband would accept that as a reason for you to fuck his brother the night before your wedding." "Who would have thought my sister and her voyeur husband would be photographing the parking lot the night of a big party."

I frowned deeper, unsure of where she was going with this. “So what are you implying?” Jeanne stood, then walked toward the door. Before leaving, she looked back. “If he comes after you, Ezran…” a small smile curled up on the corners of her mouth. “Then maybe you’re not as easy to forget as you think. Don’t be a coward.” “Jeanne,” I called and she turned to look at me, raising her brows. “Hm?” “Aren’t you disappointed in me?” “Disappointed because you fell in love with my brother?” she let out a light scoff. “I’m rather disappointed in the fact that I wouldn’t be getting a sister-in-law from either of you.”

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

Hard to miss or forget. "You're just jealous because Daniel was staring at her all night," another woman replied. That sounds like Ficanzi, Nicholas' younger sister. She's close to my age, maybe a little younger, with light brown hair and eyes. I've only spoken to her once, but she seems nice. "I don't care what Daniel does. I already have Theo," Kianna replied. I heard a rustling sound like someone digging through their wallet, then silence, probably putting makeup back on. "They killed her boyfriend for taking her away, did you know? A guy from Moscow."