Taylor Swift Sister Novels & Stories

"Okay, okay, I get it now. You’re siblings." "You’re his sister?" Butt-Out-girl, a leggy blonde with a flirty pout, finally spoke up. "Oh! Hi, I’m Britney." She gave me a sickly sweet smile, but I didn’t miss the way she sneered slightly. Before I could tell her exactly what I thought of her fake attitude, another girl—Bikini-Girl—latched onto Ares’ arm like a starved leech. "Ares, you didn’t tell us your sister was here," she cooed.

I crouched down slowly, so I wasn't looming over either of them, and let her look as long as she needed to. "Well," she said finally, straightening up with the satisfaction of a job well done. "You do. That's annoying, actually. I wanted them to be different so I could tell you weren't really him." "I understand," I said, and meant it more than she could possibly know. Rhys hadn't moved from behind his sister, watching me with the same careful stillness his mother had described, until something in his expression shifted, quiet and searching. "Are you going to leave again?" he asked.

"Imagine my face when they said Bennett." She tilted her head. "Your fiancée's last name is Bennett. Daughter of Elliot Bennett, the tycoon. So I did a little digging on the family. Two plus two. Rhea is Vanessa's little sister." I crossed to the dresser and poured myself a glass of water from the jug. "What are you saying?" "Your fiancée's little sister happens to be interning at your company, and you asked Maurice if he'd seen her. Why would you ask that?"

No, she orders in her authoritative voice. When Killian comes within hearing distance, Andrea speaks again, “I'm not doing this because I have the hots for you. I mean I had a crush on you ages ago, but not now.” She rolls her eyes, changing her tone, “I care for you so that my brother doesn't get a heart attack and dies earlier than intended. So, you better be careful, pretty boy.” Blush coats his cheeks, hearing her speak about something like this so nonchalantly. “What a loving sister I have. Wow, I'm so touched that it feels like my heart is out in the open, getting kissed by a gentle breeze.” Comes a sarcastic remark from Killian.

Her hair flowed beautifully, and her green eyes looked at me with a smile as she approached the sink. I know her, and she must know me. We often meet at parties like this. Amanda Dimitriou, or maybe her twin: Rafaella Dimitriou. The sister of Maven Dimitriou, the best friend of my sister's fiancé. They were both at the same college as me. "Hi, Gretta." she greeted kindly.

she cried, pouting her lips in an adorable mix of guilt and hope, her eyes glistening like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “ It’s okay.” I tried to calm the situation, and then it hit me. “ Wait, big sister ?” Shit. Was that too obvious? “ Yeah, Taylor was like a big sister to me,” she explained I don’t know why, but hearing that Taylor had another sister made me kinda of jealous and angry. Maybe it's because I always had her to myself, no boyfriends, friends, she only had me. “ That must be nice,” I sighed and introduced myself. “ I’m Valentina Whitlock.”

"OK, fine. What are your other sibling's names? Did your parents ever come to their senses?" Taylor shrugged. "My brothers are named after two archangels, Michael and Gabriel, and my little sister is Martha, one of Jesus's followers." "And you ended up with Taylor? How'd that work?" Her cheeks started to heat up, and I covered my mouth. "Oh, my God, Taylor's not your real name, is it?"

We were all caught off guard by the girl that walked in through the kitchen and stopped looking at us all as if we were the ones who had disturbed her. She was clearly Cody’s sister, they had the same dark hair and green eyes. The biggest difference I could see was that she was nowhere near as tall as he was. She glanced at me and I watched her eyes move from my arms to my face when Cody started talking. “Taylor, what in the fuck are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.” Looking up I saw the girl, clearly named Taylor roll her eyes, “I live here too jackass,” she said as she walked straight past us with all eyes on her not in the least bit knowing that she had just disturbed our m

I laughed, “Even if I told you where it is, you would never be able to get it. But you go ahead and get some rest. You’re going to need all your strength too.” She walked out of the room and I listened for a door lock. I asked one of the fairies, “Can you see if there is a guard outside that door?” She took off through the keyhole, and came back, “No guard outside. One of the other fairies is following her to see where she sleeps.” I nodded, “Thank you.” As I looked around the room once again, everyone’s jaws were hanging again. I smiled, “So, now that she’s gone and you know my name, what are your names?” My sister, who was a carbon copy of myself, was the first to speak, “My name is Taylor

Lacie always tells me that it suits me but since I haven’t been going out too much lately, it hasn’t been worn a whole bunch. “Hey you in there, Sis?” I hear Taylor’s voice on the hallway. I open the door. She comes barreling in, uninvited. The girl has no knowledge of personal space, nor does my sister have any filter. Fifteen going on thirty is what Taylor is. “Oo, your fave top and those jeans. Where are you going tonight?”