Novel & Cerita Sister Jean

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”

“No need to tell me, the same dark hair, the same green eyes, and that expression as if you are interviewing someone.. for sure you are his sister. » Mira giggled and held out her hand to Jeanne, who grabbed it and shook it so hard that the poor little girl was dizzy. "Nice to meet you, my little, I'm Jeanne Clark, little Emma's older sister" The two quickly hit it off as Michaël sat down next to me. "I'm glad you got along well" "Hmmhmm" “Emma? » “Hmm? » “I want you to spend the night here… well if you want”

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Her sister, Cynthia, found it difficult to watch someone as gorgeous as Jeanie become so turned-off from men and relationships because of Don. Cynthia knew that Jeanie could have any man she wanted, but she usually went along with whomever was the most persistent in pursuing her, which meant she usually dated (and married), aggressive assholes.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

The next moment, the curtains were opened to either side with an elegant beauty walking inside. She had a tall physique like a model. Although there was light makeup on her face, it couldn’t cover her god-like beauty. This woman has the beauty of an enchantress. Any man would be spellbound just by looking at her. But a pervert like Grey didn’t dare to look at this woman at all. In fact, he stood up immediately when she entered. He lowered his head while holding in his pain before saying, “Greetings, my young sister.” The woman was named Hannah Jean and was this generation’s decision-maker of the Jean family of Mordu.

Jean fired at her sister. June kept silent for a while and when she opened her mouth to speak, she ironically said, "Well, thank you for all those kind words," "Anyway, I am looking for a tiara. Have you seen it?" June queried her sister about the tiara that she could see on her head. "And why are you asking me? I have not seen it," Jean responded and adjusted the tiara on her head. "You are so unbelievable. Is my tiara not the one on your head?" She asked.