Taylor Swift Sister Novels & Stories

he chuckled and made to leave. “See you around, runaway princess? At least before you go missing again,” I sarcastically said. “Sure, except I'm not getting lost for a few days though,” he laughed and left. I walked down to the table. Each table I passed — Ordinaries, C's, B's — went quiet and the cheerleaders murmured gossips till I got to my seat. “She’s Taylor's sister?” A whisper flew past my ear. “Step-sister.” They could talk for all I cared. They wanted a bitch, they've got a bitch.

“Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.” Wendy saw that her lies had been exposed, so she grabbed me and whispered, “Ruby, if you refuse to give me anything today, we’ll stay here and haunt you forever. “After that, you’

The letters blurred in front of me. "I did something," I said. "What kind of something?" "The kind you can't take back." Liam waited. He didn't push. He just sat there, drinking his coffee, giving me space to find the words. "I hurt someone," I said. "Someone who trusted me." "Who?" "My sister." Liam set his mug down. "What did you do?" I looked up at him. His eyes were steady. He wasn't going to run. He wasn't going to judge. He was just there.

I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up. "No. Casey and Yvonne are my other sisters but they are way older, married and live with their husbands now. "Oh, I see." I said. I opened my mouth to raise a new question but a tall woman appeared through the doorway his sister had gone into. It explained his height instantly and the striking resemblance could not be dismissed. She looked extremely happy to see her child seated there. She put on a huge grin before turning to look at me. "Caramel dear?" She blurted, a bit of doubt edged into her sentence.

" Swan didnt have a sister but only have two brothers. swan glared at him and said, " can't you shut up your fucking mouth." Danie laughed and said, " no I really wonder what type of hobbies is yours to make everyone's sisters yours."

Whitney was surprised and said sincerely, "Both of you are really talented." Georgina smiled, "We're from the same orphanage. We're not biological sisters, but we're just like real sisters." At that moment, Taylor came over, and Yvonne introduced her to Whitney. Taylor was also a quiet person. The two smiled at each other and then fell into silence. Georgina said to Taylor, "Get ready. His flight should be tomorrow night." Taylor's face immediately darkened. "Okay."

She teased me. "Your sister? The cursed girl? You two look nothing alike." Which was true. I had black hair, now dyed light brown, but Taylor had blonde hair. Dyed of course, and had green eyes just like my mother. I looked mostly like my father while her features resembled our mother's. Most people didn't know we were related especially after she started dying her hair in high school.

Her coy, deceitful nature repulsed me, yet she clung to me like a shadow. At our graduation party, she deliberately fell down a staircase in front of me. When everyone rushed over, her tearful accusations painted me as a cruel bully. I'd never forget the way Mitchell held her protectively that day, his gaze filled with disappointment, anger, and disdain as he looked at me. "You've let me down. I wish I didn't have a sister like you." But I didn't push her. That day, I waited at home for hours for Mitchell. He didn't come back. He didn't even answer my calls.

Winona did not believe me and even thought I was a conwoman. "Who are you? Why should I believe you? Yvonne is my best friend. Why would she poison me? Harass me any further and I'll call the police." I looked at her and said, "I'm Yvonne's younger sister, Greta. If you don't believe me, look into her bag. The poison is in there." Winona did not believe me and laughed coldly. "You're Yvonne's sister? She has never mentioned having a sister. You didn't even bother to make up a good lie."

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.