The Pollock Sisters Novels & Stories

That helped so much. But Ivy and I still had so much more work to do. A she-wolf, Polly, approached. She had been smiling at Adam, but sneered at me when I looked over at her. Polly’s sister was a red wolf. She has been living at the compound for a few years. From what I had heard, Polly was not as tuned in to the issues of the red wolf and had struggled with living at the compound. “Hey, Adam.” She paused, appearing to be a bit nervous.

“Ms. Smith, I got the thing you wanted.” I looked at the two identical polaroid cameras and smiled. “Let’s go to the zoo.” I wanted to walk around and use the camera Bella had given me.

"Save it. I'm giving you one more opportunity. If you still can't close the deal, believe me—there are plenty of other women who'd love to be Harvey's wife." Harvey pushed open the front door of our home. Our matching slippers were still on the shoe rack by the entryway. Covered in dust. On my craft table, the perler beads project I'd been working on was still sitting there—half-finished letters, the initials of his name. I remembered the day I'd shown it to him, so proud of myself. He ran his fingers over everything. It felt like I was still there beside him. But the ashes in his arms told him the brutal truth.

Immediately after the attack, I went to a nearby store with surveillance cameras and copied everything. Surprisingly, Jessica was not completely stupid. The footage only showed me being dragged away by her group at the school gates, along with images of her appearing near the abandoned building. Nonetheless, even that was enough to paint the whole picture. Richard was stunned. He could not believe someone could be cruel enough to have their own sister kidnapped and beaten like this. "We should call the police. This is serious. This isn't a joke anymore," he said. "These clips don't prove Jessica did anything. Natalie, you're unbelievable. I've been a little distant lately, but you don't have

"Polly, come inside and sit for a while." Oscar invited her in, but Polly shook her head. "Mr. Oscar, I won't come in. I still have soup cooking at home." She sighed. "Who would have thought Miss Amara could treat you this ruthlessly?" Polly still called him Mr. Oscar. In the entire household, Oscar had always gotten along best with the service staff. They feared the Chamberlain sisters, but they could speak with Oscar at ease. "Polly, you're overthinking it. I'm doing well after leaving the family. Since you still have things to do, I won't keep you. Be careful on your way back," Oscar said warmly.

“These are their relatives from out West somewhere.” “The Skoger Sisters” were a local legend that I’d assumed had grown more colorful over the years. I knew their names were Myrna and June, and that they both had said their last name was Skoger although it was an open secret that they weren’t really related. They had lived together on a farm right outside of the city limits since the twenties and had owned a few businesses in town. One of those was “The Moonlite,” a big drive-in movie theater that had been closed since Myrna and June both committed suicide in the sixties. The Skoger Sisters never went to church, were stingy with their money, and didn’t seem to give a damn about public opini

"Maisie, where are you? Please, I'm begging you to come back. I know I'm in the wrong..." Hearing his desperate, broken words pushed Rebecca closer to the edge. She was consumed with hatred for Maisie, secretly praying her sister had died somewhere, never to return. However, something happened that day that shattered her last remaining hope. She found Agatha clutching one of Maisie's few photographs, weeping uncontrollably and murmuring endless apologies. Rebecca finally snapped after holding in her anger all day. She slapped the photo out of Agatha's hands and shouted, "Why?! I'm supposed to be the family princess! Maisie can't compare to me in anything, so why do all of you only remember s

It started small and built into something real — genuine, unguarded, the off-key shower laugh that nobody in the world was supposed to know about, filling the hospital room at nine in the morning — and Irina started laughing too because what else were you going to do and they sat there, the two Sabalenka sisters, one of them six weeks out of a coma and one of them pregnant by the other one's fiancé, laughing in a hospital room in Atlanta like two people who had been through the absolute most and had landed, somehow, still together. When it settled Anna wiped her eyes and looked at her sister and said: "Tell me everything. From the beginning. Leave nothing out." So Irina did.

Not softer. If anything, Ivy Ellis was holding herself together with everything in her, and it showed in the smallest ways. The tension in her shoulders. The careful way she chose her words. The fire in her eyes that refused to dim, even now. Especially now. I liked it. I had no use for someone who would crumble under pressure. “You’ve exhausted your options,” I said calmly. “Your previous partners have withdrawn. Your creditors are preparing to move. And within the next seventy-two hours, your company’s financial state will become public knowledge.”

The flashback concludes. The door to my room groaned as it swung open. Lila marched in flaunting the silly grin she wore as if it were a crown, her flawless brown curls. The scent of her pricey perfume drifted through the air bought with my parents’ money, the very money I was always forbidden from using. I softly inquired, "What would you like for breakfast?” She avoided my gaze. ". Potatoes." “Go do that!" Mom’s voice thundered more from the sitting room.