The Sister Between Us Novels & Stories

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

I was about to drift off when her voice broke in. "Hey, Scar?" She whispered "Yeah?" "You're like the sister I always wanted. Thank you for being here." "You're my sister too." I whispered. We were enveloped by a peaceful silence. I closed my eyes. "Hey, Scar?" Megan whispered again. "Hm?" "You know, if you marry Hunter we could be real sisters." My eyes flew open and I turned to smack her arm. She burst into a fit of giggles. Peaceful silence enveloped us.

"I have the best sister-in-law, ever. Who needs to ever pay money to go to the amusement park with Short Stacks around?" In a flash, we were moving closer to my sister as I meditated, focusing only on my breath and my heartbeat, which was connected to my only living sibling. I could feel the car flying through the air and becoming closer to my sister, Tamar. I could feel her fear and rage running through her body.

If we both are a threat. “Sister.”

All over one photo with my own brother after years apart. I stared at her, cold. "You're mistaken. I'm Lucas's sister. Not some side piece. Do your homework next time." Betty looked me up and down like I was dirt. "Sister? Don't make me laugh. Lucas's sister is a Donna. She's powerful, connected, and untouchable. You think you can compare? Trash like you survives on its back." I decided to take that as a compliment on my looks. Otherwise, I'd have already ended her.

" Oh my God ,deep down in my heart I know it wouldn't end well so we quickly rushed down stairs to meet her " Well I know you might be surprise but don't be my name is Valerie and I also have a sister called bethel parker am twenty - two years old and my sister is twenty - four years old ,guess what she's more beautiful ,and social than I Am and I don't care ,I love my boyfriend so much and he loves me so much too just waiting for the right time to say I do .

Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just said. I just laughed at my sister, causing Kuya Vince and his sister to look at me. His sister approached us, exchanging glances with my sister and me. "So, which one of you is my brother's mate?" she asked directly. I looked at my sister again, and now her face seemed sad, but she forced herself to smile. "We're just friends with your brother. By the way, I'm Clara, and this is Jennifer, my younger sister," my sister replied. "Nice to meet you. You both look beautiful!" warmly greeted—

“How can you be so sure? We just met and are still getting to know each other.” “It doesn’t matter,” she replied. “I’m a great judge of character and my spirit tells me you’re perfect for my brother. I can’t wait for you guys to stop dancing around each other and get it on.” That caused a blush to rise to my cheeks. "Please, can you stop referencing your brother and me having sex? It's quite embarrassing to have this conversation with you." “Because I’m his sister?” “True, that’s part of the reason,” I said.

Back off. She settles down, but not until she’s growled and snarled long enough for me to get ready to snap at her again. “Right, the photo,” I say, focusing my attention on Savannah. “Look, I get why you’d think there was something between us. We are close.” She admits this with a wary look in her eyes, as if she’s expecting me to go for her throat for admitting it. “But as brother and sister,” I respond, remembering what she’d said in the bedroom.