Stan Marsh Sister Novels & Stories

Lucas's Point of View: As soon as I drove away from Stacey's place, I started to call my friend. I gave him what he needed to find my girlfriend's sister right now. I saw how Stacey worried sickly for her younger sister. Of course I am too. Stella was so precious to me. Those times that I and her sister couldn't handle our friendship, she was the one who was trying to fix the damage between her sister and I. She's our bridge.

“Why did you push her?” “What?” I stared at her, completely caught off guard by the sudden accusation. “What do you mean? I didn’t push her—” “What’s going on?” Alpha Bastian’s voice cut through the confusion, causing me to turn. When he saw my sister on the ground, he rushed to her side, brushing past me like I was invisible. “Rosalia, what happened?” “The surrogate pushed her,” Melissa said, and I felt my stomach drop. The Alpha didn’t hesitate. He scooped up my sister in his arms, carrying her bridal style. I waited for Rosalia to say something, to deny what her maid said, but she just looked at me. Then she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.

And also the reason for her calling me. I could guess she must have been eager to tell me about all this information and she had been waiting patiently for my shift to end. “Yes, there is a but,” she asserted and I smiled. I turned into another alley before heading to the underground building where I and my friends hid to carry out our secret art schemes. “Did you know that Sterling has a sister?” Before I could even give her a response, she continued talking, sounding so excited. “And she is no other than ChicAnnaV.”

She spoke harshly to her sister, Jasmine, and I raised my brow at seeing the harlot beginning to remove her shirt. With her pert breasts exposed, she straddled the fence and called out Camden's name. “That slut is trying to distract my mate!” I snarled as I strode around toward her with rage consuming me. Grabbing her arm I yanked her off the fence and threw her on the ground. Stella was just about to scold me when I glared up at her and said, “Try me bitch and you will lose your pup.” Sputtering she pointed to the ground where Jasmine was squirming.

"My sister came back to kill me, that's why she appeared in W City. Understand?" Alston Smith was in great shock and couldn't accept this reality all at once. Michael Lee and Quincy had been stunned, with Quincy having limited knowledge. But he did know that Mr. Marcus indeed had a sibling sister. He hadn't expected her to be so formidable. Thinking about the threats just now, Quincy felt uneasy. This was no joke. "It's impossible. How could she be..." Michael Lee muttered to himself. He had seen Camellia once when she was a shy little girl, timidly hiding behind Mandy, looking at him with innocent eyes.

I couldn’t place it at first, but then it hit me. She looked like an older version of Scarlet. “Hey, Kim,” I whispered, tugging her sleeve. “Do you know who is that woman over there?” I nodded in the direction of the blonde woman. Kim followed my gaze and smiled knowingly. “Oh, that’s Stella. She’s one of the big names in Canadian television. And, funnily enough, she’s Scarlet’s older sister. You’ve work with Scarlet before, right?” Her answer made me froze. My intuition had been spot on. The resemblance was uncanny. My mind immediately flashed back to the awards night, when Scarlet had tried to ruin my dress in a fit of jealousy. But I wasn’t expecting what came next.

Hard. Soft. Gentle. Familiar. I know that lips. I know that smell. I know that feel. The light flicked on, harsh and sudden and we sprang apart. It’s Niko. Nikolai…My sister’s husband. “Aevia?” Shit.

There was no answer. I turned to look at the first girl I saw, "hey have you seen my sister- Sarah anywhere?" I wondered, knowing that I didn't know who she was so there was a high chance she didn't know who I was. "She's still getting her makeup done over there." She pointed at a group of women and I realised they were trying to work on her hair and face at the same time. "Thank you," I smiled at her and went to meet my sister. "Sarah," I stood in front of her, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand what the definition of a small wedding is." I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.