Stan Marsh Sister Novels & Stories

Max mutters, but he scoots closer too, pressing his head against my cheek so he can fit into the frame. I hit the video call button. The screen flips to my little sister’s face: black wavy hair piled into a lazy bun, red lipstick, oversized T-shirt. Behind her I catch a glimpse of the living room back home in Medellín: gray sofa, big plant, and something moving in the corner of the frame… oh, Mamá. “¡Mis amores!” Fiona’s voice jumps an octave the moment she sees Max and Issa. “MIRA, GEMELITOS!”

… Soon, my sister and I held the ceremony to officiate the bonds with our mates. At the ceremony, Lex attended to her constantly, lifting her skirt and adjusting her hair. Kane, meanwhile, wore a scowl and barely looked at me, seemingly eager to get through the process quickly. Seeing me ignored, my sister's smugness grew. She pulled Lex over to flaunt him in front of me. "Thalia, if you can't win your mate's heart, you'll have a hard time surviving in the pack," she said. I glanced at Lex. He looked at my sister with genuine affection. That's when I noticed a silver ring on his thumb.

When Andrea first appeared in his life with her mother, Amelia, Killian hated her. Growing up, he was a small child who got picked on by bigger kids in the neighbourhood. His dislike for his step sister was instant but it took a serious turn when she started bullying him as well. She would push him, laugh at him and make fun of him.

“This one will be good for you after the wedding party. You are really lucky to have such a rich husband. Could you link me with his friends at your wedding?Sarah, who had been quietly observing, mentioned. She was the only one I couldn't read. She knew how to mask her emotions and intentions by liking anyone's ass. But I didn't care that I was rich and better than her now. I'm really happy that I carried on with my mom's idea. If not, Jasmine, my sister, would have been the one enjoying all this luxury. Speaking of my sister, no one knew about her whereabouts and unfortunately know one cared to find her. She was completely useless and senseless. I believe she would be suffering by now with

"It can't be… Stella Miller. " "Exactly." Liam's voice turned grim. "Your sister-in-law. The Grand Lady isn't some mysterious European socialite. She's Stephanie's younger sister. Stella has been pulling the strings from the very beginning. She coordinated Antonella's attacks. She leaked Christopher's schedule." "Her own sister?" Disbelief collided with fury. "Stella was always jealous. She always wanted what Stephanie had. But... Killing her own nephew? Destroying her father's life? Destroying her sister's? For money?"

Episode 1 "Kate aren't you done with the makeup? Mr Lonnie is waiting. Awnn you look beautiful in that dress " My sister Jane complimented and I smiled. "Thanks sister " I replied, and hugged her. "You're the best " I added and she blushed. Best indeed. A sister who lured her blood sister into prostitution. She's the worst sister ever. In my life, I pray we don't cross parts. "Thanks honey, well you have to hurry now " She said and walked out of the room.

of seeing a video of the CEO of Santoro Industries being killed by one of my sisters and his wife calling to request a meeting with Bronx directly for MasonCo contract negotiations. “One of my sisters did that? But she couldn’t have attacked you. All the photos we have seen, she has silver hair and violet eyes like I do. I think you would have recalled that when you met me.” “Yeah, we are still trying to figure out how it all connects, but I wanted you to know. We have seen these women do some messed up things, but never as far as killing someone.” “You know what? I could go for that banana now. But only if it is covered in ice cream and chocolate syrup,” I say blankly.

My twin sister being attended to every second of the day while I trailed behind as though I wasn't a part of the family. If I had my way, I wouldn't be here. I would be in college, wallowing in self pity as always. But mum had made it clearㅡ I was to be present at the bonfire ceremony. It would be inappropriate for the Alpha’s daughter to skip the most important night of the pack. Right, I had that title only when it was convenient. “Seriously,” she deadpanned, turning to me with a small smile on her face. “You're clearly nervous. We should be dancing with the rest of the packs. You can't just stand here and expect your mate to find you.”

Beside me, my assistant, Gillian Somner, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. With utmost deference, she said, "I'll call the owner of Nocturne right away and have him answer for this." I let out a cold chuckle. "No need. Get our men to surround Nocturne. Make sure not a single soul can leave this place." Upon receiving my order, Gillian nodded in acknowledgment before stepping away. How dare they lay a hand on my sister, Evonne Bradford! I'd make sure none of them were walking out of here alive.

If been punched on the face was death, I'd have been in the grave yard right now. “You have a twin sister, Amelia,” She said, her voice low and serious. “She was stolen at birth.” She added. I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. A twin sister? Stolen at birth? It sounded like the plot of a bad movie. But Stacia's expression was dead serious and scary at the same time. “What do you mean, Stacia?” I asked, my voice barely audible enough to be heard. Stacia's eyes locked onto mine. Her expression was so serious that I couldn't even read another part of it.