2-year Age Gap Siblings Novels & Stories

I served three years in federal prison for the Don's precious Sophia, and then he suddenly fell for me. The day he came to pick me up, he had a sapphire necklace ready, the kind I'd begged him for once and never got. I dropped it onto the back seat without a second glance. His expression darkened. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't take it out on things." I smiled. "Three years inside taught me never to keep anything valuable on me. It would only bring trouble." He swallowed hard and pulled me close. "That's over now. You have me. Whatever you want, I'll get it for you." I pushed him back. "Then give me my wedding ring." I'd told him once: if the day ever came that I was leaving, I'd take that ring with me. Three years had been more than enough to kill whatever love I had left.

The night I sleep with Graham Rowland, he has just broken up with his girlfriend, Leanna Sandoval. Out of responsibility, he marries me. Our marriage is calm and steady. I once believe this is forever. But then, Leanna dies of illness. When he goes to mourn her, he learns that Leanna discovered what happened between us that night. That is why she loses hope and leaves him. At the same time, he discovers my secret diary of unrequited love. He becomes convinced that I deliberately destroyed their relationship and comes to hate me deeply. He divorces me, leaves me with nothing, and makes my life difficult at every turn. At the brink of death, I hear him say in an icy voice, "Your love disgusts me." When I open my eyes again, I return to two hours before the fateful event that night—when he is about to get drunk after the breakup. I grab my coat, rush out of the room, and knock on Leanna's door.

I was eight months pregnant and had just gone into labor, but my Alpha mate, Damien, locked me in a silver cage in the basement to delay my labor. When I cried out for help, he just told me to wait. Because his late brother's mate, Victoria, was also giving birth that day. The Pack Seer had foretold that only the firstborn pup would be blessed by the Moon Goddess and become the future Alpha. "The title belongs to Victoria's child," he said. "She lost Marcus. She has nothing. You already have all my love, Elena. The silver cage will make sure you deliver after her." The contractions were torture. I begged him to take me to the clinic. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "Stop pretending. I should've known you never loved me. All you've ever cared about is wealth and status!" "To force your labor early, just to steal what belongs to my nephew… You're truly wicked." Pale and trembling, I whispered: "The pup is coming, I can't stop it. Please, I'll make a blood oath. I don't care about the inheritance. I only love you!" He scoffed."If you loved me, you wouldn’t have forced Victoria into that contract to give up her pup’s birthright. I'll come back for you after she delivers. After all, that's my pup in there, too." He stood guard outside Victoria's delivery room. Only after he saw the newborn pup in her arms did he remember me. He ordered his Beta to release me. But the Beta's voice trembled. "Luna… and the pup… they're dead." And in that moment, Damien went feral.

After Rory was betrayed by her ex-boyfriend, in a moment of impulse and rebellion, she sought revenge through a one-night stand with a stranger, only to wake up and discover that the man was her best friend Needy's father. Caught in a mix of embarrassment and turmoil, she thought it was a one-night stand…, until he turned out to be her new professor. It was said that Scott never had second sex with the same girl. But he wanted Rory every night. Their forbidden relationship was full of danger and excitement, and then Rory’s mother arrived to set off yet another bomb.... Yearning for My Friend’s Dad is created by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

After eight long years of loving her, Lucas York was finally about to get what he wanted. He was going to marry Fiona Shaw. But at their wedding, in front of everyone, Fiona abandoned him without a second thought and ran straight to the man she always put first. Lucas didn’t cry. He didn’t make a scene. He simply announced in front of all their guests that he and Fiona were done. From that moment on, they had nothing to do with each other. Everyone thought Lucas was just trying to save face. They all assumed that after a while, he would forgive her again. After all, on his birthday, Fiona had stayed on set with that man instead of coming home. And Lucas had forgiven her. On their anniversary, Fiona had gone overseas with that same man. And Lucas had forgiven her. Even at their engagement party, Fiona had missed the entire event because of him. And still, Lucas had forgiven her. But only Lucas knew the truth. The heart that had loved Fiona for eight years was already dead. This time, he would never forgive her again. At first, Fiona thought Lucas was just throwing a tantrum. She figured he would cool off after a few days. Until the day she knocked on his door, and a woman in a bathrobe walked out. She had a graceful figure and a bright, beautiful smile. “Ms. Shaw, why are you here looking for my boyfriend?” That was when Fiona finally panicked.

He was everything I should have run from— Zane Wilde: cruelly handsome, ruthlessly wealthy, dangerously charming. A storm in human form. Addictive in ways I never saw coming. He didn’t knock—he barged into my life. Into my space. Into my thoughts. Into my body. And I let him. With every touch, every word, he tore down the walls I’d built to protect myself from men like him. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. When I was bare. Defenseless. Hopelessly his... He walked away. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me, while he moves on untouched— like he never bled me dry. This isn’t a love story. It’s a warning. One that begins with obsession… and ends with ruin. ---Mature Audience Only---

[Mature content] Innocent Isabella doesn't know where her fate will take her. She was unaware of the result of her birth. She does not know that whatever has happened or is going to happen in her life is controlled by someone. The more she runs, the further it will hunt her. "You killed my mother. You are the curse in my life. You are the reason, I lost everyone. I am alone because of you. If killing myself is the only way I can free myself, then fine I will die with a smile. "Darling, do you think I will let you? I am the master of your body, your soul. My name is written in your every breath. Even if you want to die you have to get my permission. Why don't you submit your body to me? Your body is longing for my touch. Don't deny it." "Whenever I come close to you, I can smell your wetness." A devil's clutch is a cage, even your soul will not have the power to escape from it. ***** Isabella is Westwood's student, everything was perfect in her life until one day someone enters her peaceful life, with the mystery of her birth slowly unfolding before her eyes. But she was too late to save herself from the demon who had already imprinted his name on every part of her body. [What if Isabella is not a human? What if Isabella needs blood one day to subdue her hunger. What if Her SOUL is not her soul] Alexander, the "Satan" the real king of hell, the real ruler of hell. When he leaves Hell because of a woman, chaos ensues in Hell. Even Lucifer could not stop himself from noticing the woman who had drawn Satan's attention.

The night before my fiancé, Soren, and I were supposed to leave for Northern Europe to start our new life, the sounds of a lively discussion drifted from his private club. "Christ, Boss, are you insane? Why the sudden marriage alliance with the Rosetti family to make a play for Italy? Didn't you say you were getting out of the life with Abby and heading north?" Soren leaned back into a leather sofa, his voice nonchalant and muffled by a cloud of smoke. "Plans change. Besides, remember, I'm the one who made her who she is." "Once she sees the new empire I'm building, that little canary will come flying right back to my cage. The woman can't live without me." I stood in the shadows of the club, a wine glass in my hand, a dull ache blooming in my chest. The anniversary gift I had so carefully chosen for Soren was still in my purse, waiting for me to give it to him. I slipped out of the smoke-filled club, tossed the gift into the nearest trash can, and booked a one-way ticket to Northern Europe. But what he didn't know was that just as he could betray our future for Monica, I could abandon him for mine. All those years we spent dancing with death were never just for his sake.

In the fifth year after my death, Oliver Rypien, leader of the huge smuggling ring that has a notorious reputation domestically and internationally, finally gets arrested by the police. At the public trial court, Oliver can be seen wearing an inmate uniform, though his murderous look is etched on his scarred face. He even has the guts to hum a whimsical tune tauntingly, completely unrepentant. After hearing the prosecutor accusing him of killing 129 victims, Oliver suddenly snorts in laughter. "You're wrong. You're missing one more victim. The police officer named Victor Patton who came from the Customs Enforcement Unit? Yeah, he died at my hands as well." Everyone gasps in shock. A reporter is quick to rebuke Oliver. "Hang on, Victor is a mole working for your organization! After a bounty on him was posted, he had nowhere to run to, so he embezzled over hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of national assets before fleeing overseas! Even now, he's still living his life scotfree abroad!" Oliver shook his head before letting out a cold chuckle. "Victor was a stubborn one. Even though I crippled him, he still managed to kill five of my men. How is it possible for him to be our mole? "After crippling him, I threw him into the concrete foundation of Joy Bridge. If you don't believe me, go ahead and dig through the foundation." Suddenly, Oliver lowers his tone. His smile becomes more malicious. "Speaking of which, we did have a mole who worked with us to kill ten police officers. But now, he's successfully washed his hands off his crimes and became a certain someone's husband. "Why don't you take a guess as to who that brainless, idiotic woman is?" Three minutes later, my ex-wife, Gabriella Campbell, also known as the Chief Commissioner of Police in Gakoli, receives a phone call from the court outside the office of a well-known OBGYN department. "Chief Campbell, please come to the court immediately. The defendant has something crucial to tell you in person."

Sasha Barlow receives a call from Aidan Gallagher when she leaves the hospital after getting an abortion. He says, "Get ready. Mr. Conley is coming tonight, so bring five bottles of whiskey and three bottles of red wine." Sasha subconsciously clenches her hand around her phone. "Can I skip tonight?" Aidan pauses. "I know you're angry about yesterday, Sasha. Natalie hit you yesterday, but I reprimanded you instead of helping. "You need to remember that she's my girlfriend, though. She comes from a good family, and her parents have always treated her like a princess. She's bound to be a little willful and spoiled. You're older than her, so cut her some slack."