Sister Jean Novels & Stories

Anne always recycled the same old tricks. “Look, my sister said nothing,” Jean said. “My dear brother-in-law, this sister of mine can’t live without you. There are few such infatuated women like her in this world. Cherish her.” Etan frowned as he saw no blessing but only contempt in Jean’s eyes. Jean tucked her long hair behind her and glanced over at Anne. “Well, I won’t disturb you any further if you want to complain. This is your chance; you have to think carefully,” she said.

Lifting his pinky, he asked with his voice pitched an octave higher, “Oh hi, beautiful. What’s your name?” Rose choked at the unexpected tone and behavior. Jay glanced at Jean with displeasure. “She’s your sister-in-law.” Jean exclaimed, “Sister-in-law? Who are we kidding? We only have one big sis, and that’s Rose Loyle, the crude and uneducated country girl.” Rose coughed harder, tearing up as she choked.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

I wondered who she was referring to . "Sarah, it's not what it looks like," I shook my head, really not knowing what I was supposed to say at this point. Her eyes moved to the television for a split second and she buried her face in her hands, "you were seriously watching a porno movie, Jennifer I don't care if he was with any other woman, but you're my goddamn sister! I really wanted to think it was nothing more than a lie, Jen.. Jeni.." she didn't bother to say more just burst out of the room crying.

The next few months were busy; Mandy had me working like a dog and we still got together every Friday night and every 4th Monday I spent the night with Jennifer in my flat. I added another mature lady to my harem, it was Mandy's sister in law Jean, Jean and John's parents seemingly had a lack of imagination when it came to names. Jean was 2 years younger than Mandy and had a very plain face but had a slim body that I liked with close cropped hair that was dyed blonde.

Ding— When the elevator door opened, Jeanette blinked her eyes and walked out calmly. As soon as she left the building, she saw a woman walking toward her. It was an unpleasant sight as she was none other than Madison Leighton, her half-sister. “Oh, sister. Why are you here?” She looked Jeanette up and down with a smile, and there was a hint of arrogance on her face. “What happened? Did Damon kick you out again?” Jeanette pursed her lips and wanted to ignore her. Still, she walked past her as she tried to leave.

Thiago started. "So you are like your sister Nichole" "Oh no, that rule does not apply to us," "Hmm" Jeanne said nodding her head mockingly. "Come closer let me tell you a secret" he said beckoning to her. Jeanne bent her head a bit so she could hear what he could possibly have to say. "She was adopted so there is no way we are alike" he said and Jeanne shook her head. "I believe that it's so true" Jeanne's tone was sarcastic enough that anyone could hear it from a mile away. "Enough about my brother, when do I get to meet your sister?"

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.

Combat jean, a large T-shirt, and messy hair, she appeared as though she’d gone through hell in her previous life before walking into a worser hell. “My sister here said you might be able to help us out,” she jabbed her thumb over her shoulders to another woman who flashed me a nervous smile. The one she’d been fighting with earlier. I looked back at the girl in front of me. “That sounds like an accusation.” “What? No!” her eyes flashed. “You’ll help us get out, right? We can’t die here,” she spoke in a hushed tone as though if her voice went any higher it would haul those creatures down here.