Taylor Swift Sister Novels & Stories

"I was beginning to think you'd never figure it out. You always were the slow one in the family. Just like your mother. All heart, no brains." "Why?" My voice cracked, tears threatening again. "Why would you do this?" Taylor's smile turned predatory as she moved closer, backing me toward the staircase. Her heels clicked ominously with each step. "Because I could. Because watching you try to play happy families with Kyle was getting boring. Because you needed to learn your place." Her voice hardened. "And your place, dear sister, has always been beneath me." She was close now, too close. I tried to step back but found myself against the stair railing. The polished wood pressed into my spine,

It’s the next stupidest thing she has done. One day, after all the classes got over. “Are you coming over to Chloe’s house? Ruby, you and I can practice for the music competition. Plus, it’s the weekend,” Ian asked. Taylor was about to say yes, but her phone rang at that moment. “Hello,” “Anna?” Max’s sister called her, which is rare. She didn’t even save her number. She prefers not to talk with anyone all the time even though she knows Taylor as her brother’s friend. Not his girlfriend.

It’s not Everly calling and asking me to pick her up, but my sister. “Hey,” I answer, sniffling. “You okay? You sound like you’re crying.” “I kinda was, but I’m fine.” Blinking rapidly to clear my eyes, I slip onto the screened-in porch, closing the door behind me. “Aunt Kim was talking about Taylor,” I explain quietly. “Fucking sad.” “God, it’s awful. And it doesn’t get any easier as time goes on.” “Yeah. So, what’s up?” “I tried calling Ev to see how her first week went and she didn’t pick up. Is she with you?”

"I think she gets me. She shows her emotions through the clothes she designs, just like Taylor Swift does with her music. That makes me admire her even more. She understands what it's like to be surrounded by things you love but still feel out of place. With the whole world at your feet, it can be hard for you to understand what I feel." Ezra got up and moved closer to his sister. He settled next to her on the couch. "That's not true." He looked at her. "What if I told you that even though we say we're best friends, Scott actually hurt me? He caused me so much pain that I sometimes wonder why I keep him around. I guess it's because some people just don't like me. Do you even know what nickna

Taylor, the youngest but smartest of them said with a shrug. Her siblings glared at her and shook their head. "That is what a grown-up would say when they want to take your attention away from something you should know." Max said. "It would have been nice if mom came back with...what's her name again?" Taylor asked. "Oh. Our supposed elder sister, I guess. Why would you guys wanna meet her?" Jwtrn asked with disgust. To her, meeting with their step sister was a bad idea. "Well, she's in Philadelphia. What's bothering you?" Max asked. His cellphone rang. I pulled out the phone from his pocket and walked off before picking the call.

he drawled awkwardly. My breath hitched. It was her. Those hazel eyes. Cereal girl, the girl from the grocery store was the new girl walking alongside one of my best friends. Lifting her gaze, her eyes flickered across the group of us-lingering on me for only an extra second. "Meet my sister. Tiffany." "Your sister?" Jade and Luke repeated simultaneously. "Since when do you-a sister?" Leo's eyes narrowed, confusion drawing his eyebrows together. He wore the same baffled expression the rest of us did.

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.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

They were all left in confusion. The Wilson's had only one certified daughter which obviously was known as Taylor, furthermore, hearing from Taylor herself, they were left in great awe. “Sister? You must be bluffing, right?” She laughed out loud and stylishly covered her mouth from bursting into a huge laughter. “Do I look like I am bluffing?” Throwing the question back to her, she frowned. Gone were the days that she would let Emily be bullied ever again, and this time, it was going to be the opposite.