Sister Ring James Avery Novels & Stories

”Hi, I'm Amber, James’s sister. She said holding out her hand with a big smile on her face showing her naturally white teeth. How the hell can a woman be this beautiful and kind at the same time? Seemed a bit unfair to this blabbing, tired, hungover sack of potatoes standing in front of her. I shook her hand and told her my name. ”Well Avery it's nice to meet you, I heard you're coming to dinner? Well, we will just get you fixed up, why don't you take a shower while I find a dress for you to wear?”

Then his gaze stopped at Avery. “You, you were with that girl. You’re sisters?” “Yes.” “Why did your sister do this?” Avery thought carefully. “The answer will upset you.” “Tell me. Please, everyone. Drink. Eat.” “Well, my sister was in love with the guy. She only cares about herself.” “So she’s selfish. What makes you so different? How can I trust that you will find my daughter? What makes you think you’re capable enough to help me?” He was targeting Avery in this. Trying to weaken her resolve.

I jerk my head towards the eatery. "You didn't call me," he says teasingly. "I'll call you, next time." Esther hikes the strap of her bag higher up. "Thanks, Esther." But he is looking at me, not Esther. "She wants to pick Krystal from school," Esther tells James then she turns to me and says, "I have always thought your brother had a...rare name." I smile. "Luc named him." We are walking to the car, James links his fingers in mine, I love the way he looks in an oversize tie and dye hoodie.

That, at least was something to avenge for. “Zoe.” She heard Avery’s voice in her thoughts and turned to see him standing by the door. Quickly, she slipped the ring into her middle finger, pretending to be admiring it. “It was given to me by my father.” She said, standing to her feet when Avery came to stand beside her. “I remembered it when I got home and decided to bring it with me.” “Why?” Avery asked, looking at the ring and her face carefully. “I don’t know.” She responded, looking into his eyes. “Maybe I brought it with me to remind me that not all men are liars.”

She almost screamed to vent her sadness over what happened to Avery. The only sibling she had had an accident and was lying in a coma. She remembered that at breakfast they were still joking at the dining table and talking about fun things. Avery was her biological older sister, her only support after her father died. Avery always protected her from her stepmother, who could sometimes be cruel. Avery was even responsible for running the company left behind by their father, which was almost bankrupt. Avery had been having difficulty finding investors. Their company couldn't be saved if they didn't get investors. And Avery had just signed a big deal with a rich man to save their company from c

People like Avery at places like this destroyed the very air they breathed. “Whose talking here? Did you just find your tongue right now?” Her eyes caught the sparkling diamond on Avery’s ring finger and her eyes turned green with jealousy. Even she has not been able to wear a ring as expensive as that so where did Avery get it? Even Avery’s long hair looked extremely beautiful as if she just had a hair transplant. “Where did you get that ring?”

One such person was his sister, Emma Valquez. Emma had always been a voice of reason in James’s tumultuous life. Where others were cowed by his towering presence and sharp words, she had a way of cutting through his defenses with equal parts empathy and brutal honesty. But even she wasn’t immune to the cold front James had adopted in his quest to locate Ava.

She wanted that someone might be afraid of her. “I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me. I'm already healthy!” She exclaimed. Ava's lips parted. She couldn't believe that her sister claimed that she was healthy despite that she was coming too early in her next life. She bit her lips and didn't say anything to protest. Ava stayed with her in the same room but she was nervous that James might rejected her. She was sure that the man who had been teaching her sister was her mate. However, James seemed not interested in being with her.

"Yeah. But your sister is a bitch. And I wouldn't be surprised if you were planning something against her." Ava thought about what he had said. "This isn't just about me, is it? This is also about you. You aren't just feeling guilty for what you did to me. You've been treated worse as well, haven't you?" James sighed, and said, "Yeah. But that's a long, brutal story. When you're back in the States, and if you ever make up your mind, call me." He slid his card across the table and got to his feet. "I am the only one who can help you, Ava Winters. And if I were you, I'd take it."

Its roof sagged, its walls were cracked, and the windows that had once been painted with saints were now jagged shards of broken glass. Clara wrapped her shawl tightly around her shoulders as she approached in the pale gray light of dawn. Her breath clouded in the chill air, her heart pounding faster with every step. The letter still rested in her pocket, its words echoing in her mind. The truth you seek about your sister lies within your family’s past. Meet me at the old chapel before dawn. Come alone. The stillness of the morning pressed on her. No birds sang. No breeze stirred. It was as though the world itself was holding its breath.