Sister Slam Dunk Cast Novels & Stories

I'd dо ѕоmе thіngѕ to hеr, I tell уоu whаt. "Whаt іѕ іt, ѕwееthеаrt?" "Dаddу, I nееd your hеlр. The pump ѕtорреd working аnd I nееd уоu to come fіx іt." "I саn't bаbу, I'm grіllіng. Brіаn, hеlр уоur sister out."

isn't she know it? I smiled –my usual sweet devilish smile. "Delicious. Ops! I mean... we always enjoyed each other's company." I dare to respond. When she suddenly slapped me hard, everyone looked at where we were. Everyone was surprised, at what my older sister did to me. But everyone was more surprised when suddenly a video played on the wide white screen in front of us all. Me and Fred, making out on his office. F*ckshit. And again... I felt a slap, even stronger than my sister's slap.

Images of how happy she was when she first mentioned she had them for boyfriends come to my mind and I flinch like I’ve been stabbed by a poker to the ribs. Everyone labelled her a slut for being nineteen and having five boyfriends, I hated it too but I didn’t question it. She said they treated her right. Like the princes our mother used to read to us when we were kids. Watching them now, being in their space for the first time, I see where my sister went wrong. These men were not her princes. These men aren’t human, they are monsters. I know that because Tatum Rhodes, the eldest, the star, the forward of the Mallow Reapers, smiles at me like my sister’s death is just overtime on the ice.

"Really? I'm getting a sister?" "Yes. Really." "That's so cool! Can I teach her stuff? Like how to play games?" "When she's bigger, yes. But she'll be a baby first. Very tiny." "Is Damian her dad?" "Yes. Damian is her dad." Liam thought about it. "So she's my half-sister? Like Bella and Lily are your half-sisters?" "Exactly like that." "Cool. I can't wait to meet her." Therapy continued. Week after week. Hard conversations. Breakthroughs. Setbacks. Progress.

“This is something no man can witness and live to tell the tale, so keep it a secret. For this is a Sisterhood meeting at the Black Rock—which actually means girls night at my place. Let me introduce you to the council. This is Lady Claudia, our manipulation expert.” “Hi, Jay! Nice to meet you!” “This is Reverend Mother Karim with the procreation wing and my little sis Mika, I mean Acolyte Lolita, which is a pun in Spanish about her boobs.”

The silent dancer was no other person but Damon’s sister… SELENE!!!

“I said leave. None of this concerns you. It’s sad you think that he actually cares for you when he is using you to get over me. Dylan and I have been in love and he still loves me.” That got her blood boiling, “you think you’re so funny, huh? Need I remind you that you were the one getting ran through by his best friend like the whore you are. You are delusional in thinking that Dylan could ever love a whore like you. The same way you were delusional in thinking that my dad could ever want a little reject baby like yo—…” My hand shot out and slapped her cheek. We both stood there stunned at what had just occurred. I stared at my hand in shock that I had actually slapped my sister. And she s

She debated briefly denying being Shamira, but it wouldn't have worked. Samantha hurled herself across the room and wrapped herself around her sister's frame, tears in her eyes. Shamira could hear her sister's heart beating rapidly. She hugged Samantha back. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. Clyde, Clara, and Gayla all stepped back, looking at each other and shrugging. No one had any idea what to do. They all stood by and watched as Samantha Kingsley, born Samantha Carswell, stepped back and punched her sister dead in the face. She gripped her hand in pain while Shamira barely registered shock.

“Is this your sister?” Zain nodded, smiling proudly. “Yes. That’s my sister, Carmen. She was a cheerleader in high school.” She nodded. “She’s beautiful.” Zain chuckled. “I think so, too.” “And so is your mother,” Jasmine said, her voice low, not wanting his mother to hear. Zain smiled as he kissed her forehead. Then she went on to a picture of a little girl in a pink frilly dress, spinning, smiling happily at the camera. “And who is this?”

I push the ball down the court, before I grab it in my hands and jump, slamming it into the hoop as I grasp the edges, hanging on. "You would have to make a show out of a slam dunk," Cutter gasps. "Maybe you need to up your cardio, that way you can catch me next time." "Ask your sister, my cardio's just fine." All the guys on the court make an oohhhh noise as Cutter and I get nose to nose against one another. "You're lucky I like you." I point my finger in his face. "Don't point at me, Sully." He lifts his hand to swat mine down.