Sister Jean Novels & Stories

People now thinks she is the prostitute when the actual prostitute was Basma. " please stop making a deal out of this. I forgot to burn it before we left home " Basma defended herself " Give it to me, I'll burn it myself." Kalthum stretched her hands out to her elder sister " it seems you've forgetting something. You don't get to talk to me like that, I'm still your elder sister " Basma reminded her

The love he could give her in the future would be no less than what they gave her. All she needed to do was deal with Jeanie, who spent every waking moment thinking of ways to kill her. Jeanie was his sister, and there was nothing he could do about her because of his mother’s dying wishes. However, he nearly lost his mind when he heard that Raven had lost her life because of Jeanie. Yet, after spending two months bedridden, he woke up to rumors of Raven dating a male celebrity. He was even greeted with a photo of them in bed together. What a fool that made him.

“I’m Jean. And this is my mate, Petra. She’s a witch.” Petra nudges Jean’s side a little, as if she’s embarrassed, but I just think it’s cute. Petra seems like a quiet and shy girl, with the way she packs her hands into her sleeves, and barely looks up from behind her long hair, but she seems nice. “Jean and I are twins,” Jack states proudly, and puts his arm around his sister’s shoulders. Jean raises her eyebrow at that, and punches him hard in the side, before putting her own arm around her mate.

"You? You think you're Mr. Reey's sister? As if! Mr. Reey's real sister is married to the CEO of a publicly listed company. Just look at yourself!" She wasn't wrong. I wasn't wearing any jewelry, nor did my clothes bear any designer logos. But that was only because I was pregnant. Must a person really need to flaunt brand names just to prove their identity? Lara's eyes narrowed as she mocked me. "My husband's sister has lived abroad all her life, and I've never heard a word about her returning. Who do you think you are?" "Or are you trying to lie to me so that I would let you go?" She spat the words with such venom. "What a shameless, filthy woman you are!"

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

That someone would finally take my side, just this once. “I—” “After everything I’ve done for you…” my sister cut me off before I could speak. “But I understand why you'd do so… Unfortunately, I do. And I'm the reason you turned this way.” She suddenly raised her dress and dropped to her knees before me. The entire hall went berserk. “My Lady!” “What is Lady Jeanine doing?!” “Sweetheart, you—” They rushed forward. Her maids tried to pull her up, but for some weird reasons, they couldn't get her to stand up. Perhaps, her wolf had overpowered them. Or they had planned another scheme again...

Lydia walked toward me, her eyes red. "Jennifer, please stop making this so hard on Harvey. You're the only one he loves. This baby is just to carry on the McKinzie family line. Once it's born, I'll leave. I promise." She paused and glanced down at her own feet. My heart clenched. The next second, she pitched forward and tumbled straight down the steps. Someone yanked at me. My lower back slammed into the corner of the railing. Pain shot through me so hard I couldn't breathe.

she said, with the specific acceptance of a child filing information and moving on. She looked back at Irina. Still crouched. Still eye level. "My mummy talked about you," Zara said. Irina went very still. "She did?" she said carefully. "She told me about you," Zara said. "She said you were her sister. She said—" Zara paused. Thinking. The specific concentration of a child recalling something they'd been told and wanting to get it right. "She said you were the person who always showed up." The arrivals hall went quiet.