Will Smith Hockey Sister Novels & Stories

I just love my bestie. I begin looking around and see Mom and Dad talking to Sarah, Alpha Drake’s mom. She is like a second mother to me. I just love my new pack family. I see Drake coming down the stairs talking with his Beta Wayne. It looks serious, I hope all is well. So far most of the students from school are here and I can’t help but not see Lucas around. “Where is Lucas?” I asked my sister. “I don’t know, he promised to be here.” She said frowning.

He was looking at Savannah with a mixture of lust and confidence. She was too far away to hear what they were saying, but she could easily guess that it was laced with flirtation. The confirmation came when Savannah leaned into the car, placing her lips over those of the meathead jock. They lingered there, giving anyone walking by a clear image of their tongues colliding into the other. Mia curled her lip and looked away. Great. Her new sister was dating her bully.

isn't she know it? I smiled –my usual sweet devilish smile. "Delicious. Ops! I mean... we always enjoyed each other's company." I dare to respond. When she suddenly slapped me hard, everyone looked at where we were. Everyone was surprised, at what my older sister did to me. But everyone was more surprised when suddenly a video played on the wide white screen in front of us all. Me and Fred, making out on his office. F*ckshit. And again... I felt a slap, even stronger than my sister's slap.

Who is this woman? "Ryder, " the man says, drawing my attention back to him, and I move my eyes from the lady back to the man, who calls for the lady with a smile on his face as he says, "This is Delilah. Your sister. " You've got to be fucking kidding me! My sister? I have a sister? "He's my brother? Ryder Smith is my brother?" Brother. That word. I've not known that word outside the Smith's family, and to be called that by a girl that's the other version of me makes my heart warm, as much as it aches.

Liam's Pov “Don’t look at her, don’t look at her, don’t,” I mutter under my breath as I drag my hand through my hair, pacing the empty hallway outside the rink. My skates clicked against the concrete like they’re mocking me. I shut my eyes hard. This is ridiculous. I stopped walking. “She’s Ethan’s sister,” I said to myself. “She’s the Coach’s daughter. She’s… off-limits.” I said it slowly, like I was trying to hypnotize myself, but the words just hung in the air doing absolutely nothing for me.

"Really? I'm getting a sister?" "Yes. Really." "That's so cool! Can I teach her stuff? Like how to play games?" "When she's bigger, yes. But she'll be a baby first. Very tiny." "Is Damian her dad?" "Yes. Damian is her dad." Liam thought about it. "So she's my half-sister? Like Bella and Lily are your half-sisters?" "Exactly like that." "Cool. I can't wait to meet her." Therapy continued. Week after week. Hard conversations. Breakthroughs. Setbacks. Progress.

“Maya on the other side of Hunter.” I moved into position, pasting on a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Perfect,” the photographer said. “Now, one more with just the sisters.” Helena’s arm slid around my waist, her nails digging slightly into my side where no one could see. Her smile never faltered. “Smile, Gracie,” she whispered through her teeth. “We’re family, after all.” I smiled, feeling the weight of her warning and the weight of Hunter’s gaze from across the room.

He replied, sounding sad that I don’t know this. Oh, I am shocked, “Cool as in identical?” I asked hopeful that would be so fucking cool, he laughs, “No, my brother’s name is James he was married but Joanne had passed away giving birth to his youngest daughter ten years ago. It’s just him and his three daughters, the oldest is eighteen this year she’s in year twelve, then the next is your age and the other is ten years old and giving him the most grief. They live in Tully, my sister lives in Sydney, she plays for the Australian women’s hockey team, her name is Danielle, not married yet and no kids.” He replied, sounding happy talking about his siblings.

Especially since he’s going to be my stepbrother. "You really think I enjoy following you around?" he asked. I didn’t answer. "Believe me, I’d rather be anywhere else." "Then what’s stopping you?" "The fact that your scholarship is somehow my responsibility now. And I’m not risking my hockey career because you can’t stand looking at me." I didn’t answer. I just glared at him. But I looked toward the door when I saw a girl standing there. A phone pointed directly at us. And when our eyes met, she quickly lowered her phone and ran off fast.

"Public. Specific. No ambiguity whatsoever." He looked at the ceiling briefly. "What did she say." "She called me her sister," Irina said quietly. He looked at her. At her face. At whatever was on it. "Good," he said. Simply. Like it was the only appropriate response to that information. She held his hand. He held hers back. The hospital room did its hospital room thing around them and outside Atlanta went about its Wednesday and somewhere across the city Sasha McKinney was presumably still being available to anyone who wanted to take her up on it and finding, as she'd predicted, that nobody was.