Will Smith Hockey Sister Novels & Stories

Ava I slammed my phone down on the counter so hard the screen almost cracked, and the sound echoed in my mansion sort of like a slap. There it was, all over every single feed, every gossip site, every stupid notification that would not shut up. Famous hockey player Kacy, the guy everyone kept calling the hot soldier type turned pro athlete or whatever his story was, just got engaged to Olivia. My sister Liv. The same Liv who used to be with Rowan, that other famous hockey player who was now engaged to Kayla, and somehow the whole mess was trending like it was the juiciest family drama of the year.

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Later at lunch, Victoria sat down with Clara and Rebecca as always when Clara brought up the topic of Mr Smith and his mysterious woman. "Becca, you weren't lying when you said a woman was involved in Mr Smith's life. I mean I am his secretary yet I didn't notice. I'm so happy for Mr Smith. At some point I thought he was gay because of his lack of social life and few interactions with women." Clara sighed in relief. The skin between Victoria brows creased. "What do you mean?" Victoria brows raised in confusion. "You haven't heard? Mr Smith was seen in Northern Virginia hiking with two ladies. One is his younger sister and the other face wasn't seen but she was in his arms and her face on his

The woman was carrying a baby and a baby pack in front of her. Elena looked more closely and when she saw Smith, her senses heightened. The woman with him was none other than Chelsea, her stepsister. Elena heard Plum whisper to her through the device. "There he is, ma." Elena dropped the newspaper down over her glass of smoothie. She was up on her feet, gawking at the sight before her. A lot of emotions were twirling around her head and her heart, weakening her. So Smith was Plum's brother? Elena never knew Smith had a younger sister.

During the match, she wasn't watching where the ball was, but just look at the team leader, James Walker who has a brown hair and amber eyes and when he jumped to shoot the ball his muscular abs showed up and my little sister screamed louder again and again. So here I am, Jeremy Smith, 17 years old student transferred from another town along with my annoying little sister, Jessica Smith. We joined this school just in this semester but Jessica is having a big crush on James Walker who is good at nothing but in sports and bullying. Maybe she covered those facts because he has a great body, tall and handsome. But it didn't change the fact that he is a bully, dated a lot of girls and never serio

I'd dо ѕоmе thіngѕ to hеr, I tell уоu whаt. "Whаt іѕ іt, ѕwееthеаrt?" "Dаddу, I nееd your hеlр. The pump ѕtорреd working аnd I nееd уоu to come fіx іt." "I саn't bаbу, I'm grіllіng. Brіаn, hеlр уоur sister out."

If I dwell too much on Serena’s smug face, I might actually puke. I make my way back to the hockey rink, spotting Mia and Lily in the stands. Mia shoves a bucket of popcorn in my lap the second I plop down between them. “You took forever. What were you doing, solving world peace?” she asks, crunching loudly on a kernel. I snort. “Something like that. Just needed to clear my head.” Mia motions to the rink. “Well, while you were busy meditating or whatever, Alpha Lucas is killing it. Finals are totally gonna be him versus Alpha Ethan.”

No more worrying about who might be the killer. But all I felt was cold. --- At noon, I finally stood up. My legs were stiff, my back aching from sitting on the hard floor. I walked to the window and looked out at the campus. Students crossed the quad in groups, laughing, talking, holding hands. The lake glittered in the distance, blue and calm and innocent. The lake where my sister died. The lake where someone held her under until she stopped fighting. I pressed my palm to the glass. "I'm sorry, Alice," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't do this alone."

“She has a sister?” “You tell me,” I said. “You’re the one who dug into her background.” “We ran every database, every public record. Valerie Holt, single entry, no siblings, no known relatives except her deceased parent.” I moved to the window, staring out at the sprawling city. “Then someone made sure it looked that way. Which means the sister doesn’t just exist, she's being hidden.” Smith hesitated before speaking again. “You think this is a setup?” “I think,” I said slowly, “that someone wants me chasing the wrong shadow.”

He said casually. He skated off to Solene who was grinning like an anxious puppy. “I can't believe a hot shot player with us.” Isaiah commented. My eyes followed Solene and Valentine out of the hockey rink. “I know, I can't wait for the initiation ritual.”