Taylor Swift Sister Novels & Stories

“She’s been… strange lately.” I forced a laugh. “No, not at all. Maybe she’s just stressed. You know how she gets.” It was a weak excuse, but she accepted it. Or maybe she wanted to believe it. The thought of her sister and her fiancé sharing a secret that could destroy her — no, she couldn’t even begin to imagine it. And yet, the more I tried to pretend, the more the truth gnawed at me.

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

The left earphone is dangling, swinging like a pendulum. "So-so." The test was not hard but not exactly a walk in the park either. "Says the girl who is going to bag an A." I roll my eyes. "Maybe not this time." "How did you find my house?" She unplugs the earphones from her phone and throws it on her bed. "My sister used to date your brother," I remind her. "What is wrong with you? Why didn't you come?" "A bad case of diarrhoea," she says, somber. "Started since yesterday."

He spoke as he held his now red cheek. “I have no idea but my vulnerability doesn’t give you any right to treat me like a piece of rag you fool. First you kidnap me, now this?” She said through her tears and sniffling. He pulled her by her hair, “I am the brother to that girl laying over there and cousin to Anthony. My mother is Mrs. Valerie Hartford.” Realization washes over Taylor, she couldn’t believe herself and this time she had truly done it again. “You nearly killed my sister now you have the bold fucking audacity to hit me? They must be selling courage where you come from.” He pushes her hard on the floor beside Titan’s bed making her hit her head in the process.

I intendedly said that with sarcasm. “Ouch,” she pretended like she really hurt inside. “Didn't you miss your twin sister?” I chuckled and shook my head. “How can I miss the woman who has the same face as mine? The only difference we have is our hair color,” I mentioned and tilted my head. Bria Barbara, my twin sister. I was serious when I said that the only difference we have is our hair color. Why? Her hair is orange that goes well with our milky smooth skin, while my hair is just a simple brown hair.

I reach for her hand, “Let’s go see your uncle and have dinner. Shall we?” I noticed her eyes are a little brighter, “Yeah, let’s go.” As we are walking down the stairs, I see my fierce sister approaching me with a finger pointed at me, “AIDEN WILLIS!” “Rory Rogers!” I said back with a smile. “You kept it a secret all week, and I have to find out from Reid and Isaiah? Every one else has my met sister, except me!” She glared at me and then turned to Thalia. “You will have to excuse my bonehead brother for having absolutely no manners to introduce us. I’m Rory, his sister.”

"Then you..." "My name is Sister X. I am twenty-five years old." The girl's eyes brightened instantly, "Missy, nice to meet you. Your skin looks amazing, and you are really attractive. You hardly appear to be in your twenties." Stella was gathered by other girls who also approached her and said, "Oh, Missy, it turns out you are Channing's older sister." “You have very great looks. Right now, we believed you to be his girlfriend." "Missy, you have amazing family genes. Channing has good looks, and you both look amazing. How jealous I am of you!"

she thought. Anita whispered to herself, her voice low but audible to Jackson. “What… is she doing here?” Jackson glanced toward the direction of her gaze. “Who?” he asked. “That’s my sister,” Anita replied, her tone tight with a mix of surprise and unease. “Oh,” Jackson said, his curiosity piqued. “We should go say hi. Who is she here with?” Anita hesitated. “I’m guessing… the person she’s staying with now.” “Who?” Jackson pressed, leaning slightly closer.

I shot him one last glare and then, scurried out of the room. *** I went to look for Stephanie. We really needed to have a sister-sister talk. I saw her blowing kisses to other guys in the party “Stephanie,” I called and she turned to look at me. Her smile went slack and in its place was hatred. How can twin sisters hate each other over a guy? It’s unheard of, and we need to settle it today. I had been so calm and making excuses for her but no more. We need to settle wherever this bitterness and hatred is coming from.

"She's Hayden's sister." Tanya froze for a moment. "Is that so?" "Yeah, exactly," I said, locking eyes with her. She smirked. "Hayden's sister, huh? Singing for tips in a bar? Forget Hayden—just you, as her sister-in-law, don't seem very impressive." She was digging for more, but I wasn't giving her anything. Sliding the box back across the desk, I leaned in slightly. "You've got a big bar to run. Plenty to keep you busy, don't you think?"