1 Brother 3 Sisters Novels & Stories

Everyone in the room stood frozen in shock, staring at the man who looked exactly like Zayne except for that jagged scar. I stuttered, my brain struggling to process what I was seeing. “This… this isn’t possible. You can’t be his brother. Zayne has a twin sister—Kira. Just one sibling. Not… not you.” The man—Zayne’s supposed brother—shrugged casually, as if revealing he was secretly a triplet was no big deal. “There’s something called triplets, you know. Three babies born at the same time instead of two.”

Lydia wondered if he had a mate yet, despite his cuteness. She tried slapping her thoughts away. What was she thinking? “I’m sorry about my sisters,” he said, glancing in the direction Ella and Kate had gone. “They’re not usually that… aggressive.” Lydia was lost for words. “They’re your sisters?” Brian nodded. “Yeah, we’re triplets. But I’ve got nothing to show for it. While they’re copies of my dad, I’m the image of my mom. So people think they’re just twins.”

So, they call me brother. Ishaan and Jagat are my next younger brothers and Aadhvi(Baby girl), and Chhaya(princess) are my sisters. They are twins. After we had triplets, it was Ishaan and Jagat, my uncle's kids, and they were born as twins. They are the most loved and pampered ones at home. We all 5 brothers love those two too much. If some new people see us they will be shocked to hear that we all are not from the same mother. What if we are not from the same mother we all are family and our two mothers never treated us separately? So, we don't like to be called cousins. We get angry even if someone says that. They all love me and until I wake up and go to them they won't get out of bed. M

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

Best not to go in expecting enemies where I could find allies, though. “Just three, two brothers and a sister. We alternated– boy, girl, boy, girl– and I’m the second of us. My older brother is Bryan, then me, then Hunter, then the youngest and most spoiled is Elliana. Hunter seems to think that just because he got bigger than me, that makes him my big brother too, but I’ll always remember putting dresses on him when we were little. Do you have siblings?”

as far as i know i'm the only child. "Lilith I know it's kind of shocking for you but it's the truth. You are our sister. When our parents got divorced our mother got the custody of you and then she left without saying a single word" one of the guy spoke "And as your mom died you"ll be staying with us . as we are a family and my name is Victor" the oldest one said "I'm your second oldest brother , I'm 27 and my name is Anthon" Said the one whom I hugged at the funeral

she said almost yelling at him and forced a smile as she recalled Doctor Bill telling her that Brian should not be yelled at and put under emotional stress. “Eva?” Brian called and shrugged, “Are you my sister? Do I have a sister?” he asked and Eva sat down and grabbed Brian’s arm. “Yes, you have three sisters, Opula, Kate and Eva. I am Eva, Opula and Kate are at the family villa,” Eva explained and wouldn’t want to tell him more about Opula and Kate.” “Really?” Brian said and raised a brow, “Please, can you tell uncle to buy me an ear piece and recorder. I need to write down some good songs. I love singing. I hope you love music too.”

"I used to have four siblings actually, and then at one time, a step sister came into the picture, but she didn't stick around for that long, hence the slip of mind." He glanced at her at this and she nodded to let him know she understood, albeit not meeting his gaze. "I had three sisters and a brother of my own. My brother was the second, I was the fourth. I was the immediate after Core, my second sister," he explained and steepled his fingers again.

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.