Taylor Swift Sister Novels & Stories

She makes no attempt to hide it either, and her brazen move to check me out throws me. “Quinn is your sister?” she asks, tipping her head to the side a bit. Why does she sound surprised? “Yeah, she is.” Scarlet’s long eyelashes come together as she blinks. “Oh. I thought she was your wife. You, uh, have the same last name.” I let out a strangled laugh. “No. She’s my baby sister, and she won’t be a Dawson for much longer anyway.” Scarlet’s lips part, but no words leave her mouth. Then she smiles again and looks me over once more. “I can see the similarities.”

A fucking trouble magnet. Taylor stood up to leave. “Mr Macaulay,” I called and he stopped. “Tell your sister I said hi. Speedy recovery to her hot ass.” His face went ashen. Yeah, he had no idea that one of his precious little sisters hooked up with his rival and has been begging for a second chance since. I didn't fuck the same woman twice but maybe I will this time. Just to be petty. Too bad I didn't catch her name. That would have hit harder.

"Is this beautiful lady your sister, really?" Trevor smiled at everyone who was curious, including me. When I looked at Leika and my family, it was clear they were also curious and confused. "Yes. As the public knows, I also have a younger brother, Tristan Maverick, a heart surgeon and owner of several hospitals. Ms. Regina is our only sister," Trevor said. "Why hasn't anyone heard about Ms. Regina, Mr. Trevor?" asked a man with glasses.

He asked “It wasn't easy, sir. Victoria Miller isn't a celebrity, so her information is very private. But we found someone who is very close to her,” “Who?” “Alliena Francisco, her sister.” “Hmm…” Cale mumbled as he continued reading everyone's information one by one. “What about Isla Everhart?” “She’s the daughter of a producer from Twilight Entertainment. Her father was the one who helped her build her singing career. We also found out that she's been doing drugs during her high school years, and there's a possibility that she still has it until now.” The man informed him.

“From the investigation we have carried out on you and your social circle, we found that the person in this picture is your little sister. Two years ago, she got into the same university as you. “There, she met Kellan Faust and fell in love with him. They were very much in love with each other. However, after they broke up, your sister could not handle it and committed suicide by jumping off a building.” “Shut up!” I choked out. My voice was high and sharp as I clenched my fists.

Just what her sister’s intention was for tagging a long was a puzzle. Mandy felt like she had lost touch with her sister. They were consciously avoiding each other. Her quitting her nursing job had brought a lot of strain on their relationship as siblings. Not that it wasn’t strained even before that. Mandy had always felt inferior. Annie was stunningly pretty and smart. Annie’s presence and absence were always felt. Annie was the standard that she was always pitted against.

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

From the far corner of the tent, a low voice cracked the silence. “Tara…” The voice was small, wrecked. Taylor was curled up, shoulders shaking, face buried in her hands. Tara’s breath caught. She rushed over without thinking. “Taylor? What’s wrong? What happened?” she whispered, kneeling before her sister, heart pounding louder now, like thunder in her ears. But Taylor didn’t answer. She only reached out and threw her arms around her, clinging to her like a lifeline. Her body shook violently with sobs.