Taylor Swift Sister 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."

She already seems to have convinced herself that's she's got me wrapped around her finger. I politely smile at her before exiting. I should go to my dorm first and freshen up. Hailee's P.O.V. After eating Gale and I stick around at the cafeteria as I tell him all about Halsey and Lisa. I also learn about his younger sister, Holly. She's beautiful, blonde and has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. "She's definitely going to break hearts." I kid. Gale laughs. "Or she'll be more like me. You know? Sweet, charming, gentle, caring, loving."

"Something like, it would be fun to sleep with me, nothing unusual about it. Like that." "Oh come on, you expect us to believe that!" exclaimed the resource officer. "Don't blame those girls. At every turn you've been scheming to use that crap to force women to--" Candy shushed her, though, and we all watched Cassie a moment until we were sure she wasn't stirring. I chimed in before Isa could go on. "It's not my fault! I know how it looks, but it really isn't. I told you yesterday, Taylor said some things to me -- sarcastically -- that wound up sinking in for her sister. Now her sister can't separate these new thoughts from her old ones, and it's making her act out. Come on, Candy, you saw h

I remember seeing her at the wedding but I guess she left fairly early because I didn't see her towards the end. “Lily, meet my niece or should I say, sister?” “Please, call me sister, Lucas. Come on” They both giggled and I had to grin too. “Lily, this is my sister, Taylor. She owns this boutique and many other things. Taylor this is Lily, my wife” I couldn't help but smile shamelessly when he addressed me that way. “Hello, Taylor. You look so pretty” “And so do you, Lily. When you walked in I kept staring at your face. My brother did well”

“Aren’t you and Amelia pretty close? Isn’t it a bit harsh to badmouth her behind her back? Miley, I remember you used to call her ‘Sister Amelia.’” “I… I’m not really that close with her,” she stammered, clearly flustered. “Scarlett, don’t get the wrong idea. Ever since you and she fell out, I haven’t contacted her at all.” “What misunderstanding? Miley, relax. I’m not powerful enough to dictate who you associate with. You’re the Taylor family’s heiress… who would dare to control you?” “Scarlett…” “That’s all for now. I need to check T*****r.”

Taylor smirked at her and looked at Adrian. “Adrian.” Taylor continued, looking at the boy with a fake sweet smile. “Aria here is your sister. Your big sister.”

Taylor replied, emerging from the crowd. "Long time no see, little sis," Taylor said, smiling warmly at Lyra. Lyra introduced me, drawing me closer. "Let me introduce you to my best friend and roommate, Julie." Taylor's gaze turned to me. "Hi, Julie. Hope my sister isn't giving you too much trouble." "Not at all, Miss," I replied. "Please call me Taylor." Taylor said. "Of course, Taylor." I said Lyra's sister Taylor was strikingly similar to Lyra, with piercing green eyes and raven-black hair.

That I would never do something like that to her? “How could you?” she muttered, and I felt my heart shatter. “Something as terrible as this—why didn’t you tell me?” Lisa kept talking, and every second felt like I was drowning in a cage of water, with nowhere to run for safety. “I-I’m sorry.” I muttered, my heart aching as I watched tears roll down her face. How could I have told her that I, her little sister, had slept with her man—and still did? How could I say it, knowing how terribly it would break her?

His face blurred in my vision. "You want to have us both?" He shook his head. "Grace, Carrie is your sister. I treat her like a sister. There's nothing between us—just sibling affection. She needs me right now." I let out a quiet laugh. A moment ago, in front of all our friends and family, he had held her in his arms, kissed her like she was the love of his life. And now he was telling me they were just siblings? What kind of brother would kiss his sister like that?

It is an anchor in the dark. Another day. The voice is female. Young. She argued with a doctor today. Her tone was steel wrapped in silk. She insisted they try a new treatment. For me. Who is she? The voice has a name. Antonio Castellano’s daughter. Victoria. A name with edges. It fits. They talk around me. About the alliance. About the marriage. They traded her. Like a parcel. Fury is a hot coal in my chest, but I cannot move, cannot speak. I am a ghost in my own body.