1 Brother 3 Sisters Novels & Stories

Anna asked Brian and he nodded “Thanks!” Damian nodded “Don’t mention it!” Brian replied shortly “So, you don’t want to move back here?” I brought the topic again “I had discussed it with Sandra a couple times, but with Sonia, they don’t want to be apart and their job there and many other things….” Damian tried to explain “Ahhh come on!!! You have Fai, me, and I have a bunch of friends here, job is easy one. Right, Fai?” Brian replied Damian “Yeah! Damian, we’re brothers, say what you want, I’ll help!” I told him

And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother' "That's because it wasn't required." Dad's voice rings out, slipping me out of my anxious thoughts. "Fucking hell!" "I got married to his mother three months ago. He has four other siblings." "Oh my God, I can't believe I have five step siblings." My words are followed by a long awkward pause as I stare down at the cup of coffee that I have my hands bind around. What was streaming hot earlier when it was served, had turned cold because I had refused to drink out of it.

“You have plenty of time to think about it. We'll get some of both. The cloth diapers are good for other things if you don't use them, and you can donate the disposables if you don't use those.” “Oh. That's... nice.” I paused. “You know a lot about babies.” “I have a half dozen younger siblings,” Ethan said. “And two of them have already had pups. I spend a lot of time around babies.” “Wow,” I said, trying to imagine having such a large family. The only sibling I had was Eva. If there were more like her, I'd probably already be dead. But Ethan sounded fond of his brothers and sisters. That must be nice.

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

I heard a sweet sound; my brothers heard Ariel Marie talking and mumbling in her sleep. "Oh, Justin, Austin, Dustin she said, moaning our names,s moving around in the bed." Oh, fuck, my mouth hung open when I heard her moan my name, not just my name, but my brother's. I don't know if I am okay with this. We want the same girl. I know my brothers do; they just chicken shit to say it. Cowards! I thought in my head. I should know. I am one too. "Please, love me'' We can't love you, love me." I hear her crying in her sleep. I don't have any idea whether she is talking about us or someone else.

They need a topic to gossip about and they need a person to belittle. "Sis, you don't worry. This has to come out anyway. Let's not hide it anymore and give people ammo against our family. Let her do whatever she wanted to. We are a family. We have each other. We are each other's strength. Let's face it together. If we feel like it's too much to handle, then this is not the only town. We can move to some other place. People who love us will always support us. And we don't have to worry about people who don't like us. They won't like us no matter whatever we do. Please calm down" he tried to assure his sister. But the truth is, he is scared for George.

She walked right up to Jalen, stared up at him with her small hands on her hips. “So you wanna date my only sister?” He crouched slightly to meet her eyes. “Yes, I do.” “Will you make her sad?” “Never.” “Do you have a sister?” “Yes, Two.” “Do you let them cry?” “Only during movies.” Aurora studied him. Then turned to us and said, “He’s okay.” The table erupted in laughter. Miranda exhaled like she'd been holding her breath for an hour. “Thank God for Aurora,” she mumbled.

"Gu caught Miaomiao, don't forget that you promised me to be my sister-in-law!" She had six brothers. Except for Sixth Brother, who had just started his business, the other five were the best among them. Even if Fourth Brother was too romantic and was not suitable for her, she still had four other brothers to choose from. Several people from other countries couldn't help but sneezed and secretly cursed in their hearts, "Fuck, who is scolding him?"

"Thirty years is a long time, don't you think? Shame I never got to see my parents make it that long." I was shocked by her statement. "I'm fortunate enough to have seen my parents work it out almost the exact same amount." "Do you have any siblings?" She asked. "I have a younger sister. Her name is Ava. She doesn't come around much anymore. Didn't want anything to do with the business." I looked at her thinking. "What about you?" She smiled. "Three brothers. Marco, Roman, and Isaiah. All older than me." Her smile soon faded. "I haven't heard from them since we split up a while ago. I don't even know if they're alive."

I couldn't help the grin that crawled onto my face as I spoke about them to him, somehow knowing that he was listening for his own sake without judging me. "Yeah, compared to other humans, I do. I've got five sisters, and three older brothers, I'm the youngest in my family and my mother past away not long after I was born so I don't really remember her, but I still have my father who I'm quite close to; He's a big man that's always serious and grumpy, nothing like my sisters who can never sit still, not that I'm one to talk. Two of my big brothers are twins, they're always joking around and playing pranks on people, and my oldest brother is just like our father, he's so grumpy..." I slowed m