Sister Ring James Avery Novels & Stories

Victoria froze for a beat before she narrowed her eyes at me. "What's gotten into you? What are you plotting now?" Lucas looked just as confused. "Avery, you said you loved the ring," he said with a frown. I smiled. Taking Victoria's hand, I murmured, "Mom's right. Honestly, all the presents we've given her before were too small. This ring fits her much better." Lucas blinked, thrown. "I had this custom-made for you. It's one of a kind—"

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?”

“I’m just asking you to attend.” “My sister loves you.” That much was true. Unlike James’s mother, who barely tolerated her. Unlike most of his relatives. His sister had always been kind. Always. “I’ll think about it.” James released a breath. “Okay.” Then quietly: “That’s all I’m asking.” The call ended. Ava stared at Queen. Queen stared at the floor. Grace stared at both of them. Nobody spoke. Finally Ava broke the silence. “Don’t.” Queen sighed. “Ava.” “No.”

I whispered, taking a sip. I guessed there was nothing like too much ginger tea. The warmth spread through my chest and instantly made me feel comfortable. “I am Avery Vale,” she introduced herself excitedly. “Soren and Adrian’s younger sister.” “But I don’t...” “Know me,” she finished for me. “Many people don’t,” she explained. “I lived with my maternal grandmother my entire childhood, and I only came back a few years ago. And with the way these two keep going at each other, I’m a bit embarrassed to claim them as family.”

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But then, just as I was about to turn back, I spotted something glinting in the underbrush. “Hey,” I said, crouching. I picked it up; a shiny silver ring. “Look at this.” Dominic walked over and peered over my shoulder. “What’s that?” I studied the ring for a moment. It was thin and delicate, set with a single blue sapphire. I knew this ring. I’d watched the moment my sister opened the tiny box containing it on her sixteenth birthday. “This is Vivian’s ring,” I said, standing slowly.

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

She's 18 now Finally James and Ava are perfect. Yes they had a few arguments along the way but none lasted more than a day. Angel is 10 years old and James has successfully fulfilled his role as a father and a gangleader. Ava is still tomboyish and James loves that about her. Everyday she wears skinny sweats and long shirts. Thanks for reading the whole book👏👏👏👍👍👍 ALSO I WOULD BE EXTREMLY GRATEFUL IF YOUD COMMENT AND LEAVE A REVIEW. There is a sequel to this book and I will be publishing it soon, the sequel is about our dear Angel. LOVE YOU GUYS.

All he found was a pool of blood. Evan's fingers tingled as he lit a cigarette, turning to follow the trail of blood. He found nothing. Frustrated, he punched the car window. In Evan's mind, all he could hear was Jasmine saying, "My name is not Jasmine Wilson... My surname is Avery." ... Boston, Chamber of Commerce banquet. The banquet began at 3 p.m. As the organizer of the event, Henry naturally arrived early. Ben looked panicked, wanting to tell Henry that something had happened to Jasmine

Avery’s life was never her own. Forced into a marriage contract to save her family’s fortune, she becomes the unwilling wife of James Blackwood — a man who only ever loved her sister, Sadie. James’s hatred for Avery runs deep. He blames her for a childhood accident, believing she abandoned him to drown. Now, trapped in a loveless marriage, he punishes her for sins she never committed, breaking her piece by piece while longing for the sister he couldn’t have. Betrayed by her blood, discarded by her husband, and suffocated by a life she never chose, Avery is left to wither in silence. But even flowers bloom in the darkest corners of a cage. Because hate sharpens like a blade, and