Sister Jean Novels & Stories

“Is Rhea… related to Vanessa?” Our eyes locked. “Yes.” A beat of silence. “Are they cousins?” “No.” “Darnell…” He inhaled sharply. “So what are they?” “They’re sisters.” Maurice’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping. “Close your mouth,” I said. “Your breath stinks.” He let go of me and dragged a hand down his face. “You’re joking, right?” “It actually does,” I replied dryly. “You’re cheating on Vanessa… with her own sister?” His voice rose.

When my sister insisted on binding herself to the system and leaving the twenty million fortune to me, I knew she had been reborn too. In my previous life, just to snatch that money, she shoved me to the ground while my leg injury hadn’t even healed. I broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but her eyes gleamed with excitement as she smiled. “Jana, the system says it can bring good luck. “You’ve always had terrible luck. Even a simple aerial routine ended with the harness snapping! I’ve always been lucky, so I won’t fight you for something like this. I’ll let you have it.”

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

"Okay, that’s a bit too much information! You guys are not the only ones who did it, by the way. I just don’t have marks to show for it." My hands fell from my neck instantly. "What did you say?!" Jean froze, his eyes matching mine in sudden panic. "What did I say?" I shoved him sharply. "Talk about TMI, Jean! You had sex with my sister again?!" "Okay, fine, I did!" he huffed, peeling my hands off his shoulders. His smile suddenly vanished, replaced by a look of deep uncertainty. "I don’t know if it’s progress, or if it just happened because I happened to be here when she needed someone."

Jean said, "I just had some free time today, so I came to see you. But Gigi, have you seen that post online?" It was a somewhat pointless question. However, Jean could not think of a better way to get to the topic. Chester was her younger brother, and Giselle was her future sister-in-law.

Marie answered, and then she stated, “She is my best friend forever – BFF” Marie looked back at Jean, then to her step-sister, and she said, “Jean, she is my sister, Rebecca.” “Hello, ma’am! Hello, Rebecca!” Jean greeted them both after which she turned her eyes to Marie and asked, “Can I join you for shopping?”

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

There was a tiredness and bitterness in Jean’s tone that Milli could almost taste. “Where is your brother now?” Milli asked quietly, trying to focus on anything besides having to confront her feelings about her sister’s death. Jean drew a deep breath. “Same place as your sister, I hope. Colleen killed him, but I couldn’t ever prove it. I’ve spent years trying to find proof.” “I’m sorry for your loss. Truly I am.” Milli meant it.

“How dare you touch me? Do you even know who I am? I’m Mr. Jennings’s fiancée! You picked the wrong person to mess with today. You’ve offended me, Linda Miranda! You must be a country bumpkin visiting Harbor City for the first time, huh? In this city, everyone bows their head when they see the Jennings family. Believe it or not, one phone call from me and you two won’t even find a bridge to sleep under in this city!” Beside me, my sister’s eyes filled with tears. She tugged gently at my sleeve, her small hand trembling. She choked as she said, “It’s okay… Let’s just forget it…” My heart skipped a beat. My sister had always been born frail, so the entire family cherished her dearly. The docto