Andrew Huberman Sister Novels & Stories

I saw a lot of public figures that I usually only saw on financial news. Everyone was toasting us. “Andrew, your companion is very beautiful.” “Andrew, is she your girlfriend?” I immediately denied it. “We’re just friends.” I was unsure if I had gotten the wrong impression, but I saw a hint of sadness in Andrew’s eyes. Then a voice called out, “hey, isn’t that my older sister?” I turned around and saw Kaitlyn.

She quickly stood up and tried to ignore the impactor because she was still quite annoyed with the person. “Sorry, I guess I was too busy talking to my sister.” I don’t fucking care. Eden thought angrily while patting her dusty jeans. She then intended to leave without paying attention to the crasher, but the grip on her arm made Eden stop and stare fiercely at the person. “Eden...” The baritone voice made Eden startled for a moment. She didn't think that the world was too small for her and Andrew. "Andrew?" asked Eden in an uncertain tone. Even though Eden hoped that he was in the wrong person, in fact the man who was currently standing in front of her was Andrew. Andrew, Summer's brother,

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

Luke Batiste, who was the best brain tumor specialist in the country, to operate on me. Dr. Batiste happened to be Mom’s friend and classmate in the past. I tried a few times to go to Mom for help with the documents as evidence of my condition.

“They’re doing fine, and we have two more sisters for Blake and working on the third.” “Oh? Who?” “Betty and Carol, Tabby and I opened their meridians and started on the dantian last night. We are also working on another, but it’s a surprise.” “Oh, the two sisters. I see, and it seems to be becoming a trend.” Tabitha said, giggling, causing Julie to look confused about the one-sided conversation. “Okay, well, I’ll let Mother know, and you care for the little ones,” Tabitha said, hanging up the phone.

"Now I would like to welcome Mr Sebastian to share a few words with our colleagues." Sebastian rose from his seat and came to the front so that he could take a good look at every person sitting there. "Good afternoon everyone. During these last three months, I was doing the work unofficially thanks to my sister who was too hormonal and would have probably kicked my ass if I had worked with her side by side." The whole room erupted into laughter. "Just kidding, she is doing well and as cheerful as a thirty-two weeks pregnant woman can be." As he was speaking about his sister, the large LCD screen flashed the image of an extremely beautiful woman in her early thirties and very pregnant. There

I looked at my parents. “Do you want to know why I’m getting home so late tonight? A client forced me to down an entire bottle of hard liquor. I was in the washroom puking my guts out. “And while I was out there breaking my back, I saw my own sister showing off the apartment you bought her. It’s the one I’ve been working really hard to afford but will never, ever have! Daphne stood up and said in a shrill voice, “Lina, how can you talk to Mom and Dad like that? They’ve sacrificed so much to raise us—”

Sharon cut in. “Who's Zara?” “My sister,” Andrew replied. Oh. I frowned. “Is it really a problem that your sister knows?” Andrew's eyes met mine, blunt. “Yes. Zara’s the family rumor mill with a PhD in gossip and zero chill. If she knows, she's already texting the group chat, probably with emojis and conspiracy theories.” “And… we're one viral thread away from the whole clan showing up with pitchforks and prenups.” Sharon finished. Panic bubbled up.

They all bow infront of Sasha. "Please raise your heads", they oblige and I hug Laiter and swing her a bit. Her younger brother, Andrew Bahedia stares at Sasha admirably, Sasha on the otherhand didn't pay heed to him. She seems to be playing with the baby who is half asleep. Andrew is huge, lavender curly hair, doe eyes like his twin sister, grey eyes, pointed nose. He goes off the player vibe- something he is best known for. "I am Andrew but close fam call me Andre ", he stretch out his hand and bow, she shakes it but Andre doesn't want to let go after kissing it.

She walked close to me, bowed a bit, then left. Andrew noticed me in the dim room and whispered something to the ladies. They turned to look at me, then left. “Brother,” I repeated when I walked up to him. “So she is your sister?” Andrew's expression tightened. It was obvious. He didn't want to say anything further. Not even much about his own family. I smirked, “The daughter taking over the son, that must feel …. bad,” I added, voice hard. Andrew's brows furrowed. He lifted a glass, leaned closer to see my expression, “you sound angry ... .or should I say, hurt?”