Sisters Before Misters Novels & Stories

She had a decent body, but not quite as toned and muscular as Danni's, more like Beth's, with boobs comparable to Beth's. "Yo, fuckstick. Quit ogling my sister and throw the damn ball," Matt called. Mike spun and quickly tattooed Matt's hands with it. Missy flipped her brother the bird, and Danni giggled, raising a finger and wiggling it back and forth at Mike. The door opened and Megan came out, followed by Sarah, who was carrying several cases of Dos Equis. With big stupid grins plastered all over their faces, Mike and Matt both headed towards her. "Damn I love your sisters," Matt said.

It was around 8:55 am in the morning. Friday. Misty Gomez quietly furrowed her brows as she watched two figures walking side by side in the distance. One of them was someone very familiar to her. The long and straight hair that used to be black was now dyed dark blonde, but the girl's slightly upturned brown eyes, tall nose, nicely-shaped lips, and oval face revealed to her that it was Amanda Moore, her best friend's pretty and cheerful adopted sister. She was walking very close to a male student which made Misty blink a couple of times. Amanda must be having a joyful conversation with the male student beside her if she could laugh and smile like that.

It was always that way whenever Jane spoke about her work. Madison stood from her chair and stretched. Looking far off, she squinted. “Is that not the Smith sisters?” They all turned to see four long-legged blonde girls, their even tone skin radiating with the shine of the sun. “I love how they always steal the show. How could a family have a resemblance this striking? “ Jane marveled. “Yeah. But then, their evil older brother will be just around the corner. How convenient.” Clara hissed as she reapplied the sunscreen.

She spins her head from me to my sisters, then back to me. “Wait. What? Fated mate? Sister? Am I stuck in a Calvin Harris song? Can you fill me in?” Sage says with disbelief and confusion in her tone. I let out a big breath and push off the counter. “Emmy, how about you close the door?” After learning how Justin creeped on me the night of the full moon, I’m not taking chances with my door being open for others to hear these conversations. “Sage, these are my sisters: Emmy, Saph, Pearl, and Amy.” I gesture to each of my sisters, saying Amy’s name with a little annoyance. She’s always lacked a filter. She’s similar to Sage in a lot of ways. They are even the same size. Must be a short-person t

ROSALIA I didn’t see this coming. I never imagined Bastian would share my secret about Devin with Rosentine. Was he so in love with her that he’d betray me like this? I guess I had gotten too sure of myself, believing he would always stand by me, always have my back. But things had shifted, and it was all because of my sister. My sister, who knew how to ruin everything for me. I forced a smile, swallowing down the knot in my throat.

HER SISTER'S BOSS 📝AVA'S RETURN 📝 EPISODE 06 👉 SANDRA'S POV👈 Hastily,I rushed forward and pushed the little girl back into the car, before turning to look at Kelly and smiled. "Oh Mrs Scarlett... you are mistaken! Actually,Nelly has a twin and she's the one standing right in front of us!" I said nervously,hoping Kelly did not find out what I just did. Mrs Scarlett frowned a little, confused but played along. "Okay... Oh... They are so identical." She laughed and I laughed too.

she said with a sweet smile. I crouched down to open the boxes. But when my fingers touched the paper, I paused—half of the invitations were missing. Every single one had a small magnolia branch I had painted at the seal, the petals pressed over a faint, subtle pattern. I'd spent over two months working late into the night to finish them. I looked up at Clifton. "Where's the rest of the invitations?" He loosened his cufflinks and said matter-of-factly, "Jenna liked them, so I gave half of them to her to write the names of her friends from the support group. You know, just to spread a little cheer."

I'm neck deep in work when my assistant peeks her head in. “Ma'am, I wanted to remind you of your upcoming trip with Miss Is...” “Cancel it.” I cut her off without hesitation. “But ma'am, there's a no-refund policy.” “I don't care. Cancel it.” “Or give the reservations to anybody who needs it.” I changed my mind. Great. Just great. Talk about counting my chicks before they hatch. I buried myself back in my work and I barely noticed when work was over. My phone rang with a notification reminder,“Bell’s big day” and I was ready to throw it across the room or bawl my eyes out. I chose none of that. Everything keeps reminding me of her these days.

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.

"Stella, come on. You see dirt in everything because your own head's full of it. We grew up together, and you know me. Waverly's like a little sister to me, nothing more." Back then, tears had filled my eyes. I had never seen any "little sister" hold hands going to and from work, let alone sleep in the same bed. I could not help but fire back sarcastically. "I don't care if you're her big brother or her lover. It has nothing to do with me. But right now, neither of you is touching anything in Mom's room!"