Andrew Huberman Sister Novels & Stories

I gave him a small smile of thanks and followed Lari out, and we headed down the street to our parent’s home. Everyone we passed gave Lari a small bow of respect, and she was so used to it by now she just kept on chatting about how excited Mom and Dad were going to be. I couldn’t help but smile as my sister is the Luna of one of the two biggest packs in North America. And now I am the Gamma female of the pack. I will need to ask about my duties as such. I heard one of them is I am Gamma to the Luna, which happens to be my sister. I have no problem with that job.

Mom and Jorge's scheme was full of flaws. Diana had been living with Henry under my name and identity so as to keep him from noticing anything unusual. He probably did not even know about the existence of such a plan all these years. But if I were to go to Henry, all of their lies would fall like a house of cards. However, I never went to look for Henry. Diana was my younger twin sister. If she was happy, then I was delighted too. I always believed that we should treat each other with sincerity. Since Diana was my younger sister, it was only natural that I give in to her demands.

She wailed uncontrollably. Like a hen watching a hawk carry his offspring away without having an idea of what to do, I watch my naive sister cry herself over a man. She was impregnated by Theodore Andrews, her boss. The man famously known as the man of wealth and the man for women. W²

“I was just speaking to a certain pain in the ass, but she is the best neurologist you will ever hear about. If you want, Nana Simone’s surgery can be moved forward and done as soon as we get back.” “Klara Arciero?” She gasped. I frowned. “You know my sister?” “Doesn’t everyone?” She rattled off in disbelief. “I saw her name when I looked up neurologists near Silverwood. I didn’t know she was your sister. I thought the surname was a coincidence.” I grinned. It would be a coincidence if my father was not Fergus Arciero. She cut off my train of thought when her lips met mine. I was stunned for a moment but before I could react, her lips had already left mine. She hugged me. She fucking hugged

Isabella, rarely submissive, passionately embraced each other on the not-so-spacious hospital bed. At this difficult-to-separate moment, there was a sudden knock on the ward's door, and a calm female voice came from outside. "Andrew." Andrew had heard this voice for over twenty years, incredibly familiar—it was his eldest sister, Layla. Reluctantly leaving Isabella's lips, he said, "It's my sister. Do you want to meet her?" At this point, Isabella's cheeks were flushed, breath uneven. She looked unpresentable and definitely not fit to meet anyone, let alone his family.

I say as Andrew leans his back against the bar, making quick work of the drink that was just handed. "Yeah, fucking peachy time," Andrew mutters, in between gulps, as Matt coughs through the awkwardness. "Who is that he is dancing with?" I ask, knowing I am poking a bear, but I can't help it. Andrew ignores my question taking another drink, but Matt being Matt can't resist the urge to comment on the topic. "An Alphas little sister...from..." he trails off trying to remember the name as he snaps his finger, "Northern Lakes."

Turned onto my side to face him. "Can I tell you something?" He tilted his head. "Sure." "Alice McCutchen." I said the name carefully. "She's my sister. Half-sister. Same father, different mothers." Zorro blinked. "Wait — seriously?" "We grew up together. My father always made it clear who his favorite was. The brilliant one. The one who was going to do something real." I paused, just long enough. "When I was finishing my own medical research — this was years ago, before any of this — I had a project. Early stage. Neural compound work. Nothing polished, but the foundation was mine. I'd been building it for two years."

She’s sassy and great for my daughter. Getting involved with her isn’t a good idea for a few reasons. She’s Andrew’s sister for one and he’s like a mama bear with her, with the guys on the team or any other man. I’ve never doubted she could hold her own in any situation, but Andrew wants to put her in bubble wrap and protect her from the world.

“I heard it from Corrine. You no longer consider her your sister.” I approached Andrew, searching through the set of keys in my hand for the right one to unlock the shackles. These were special shackles that werewolf strength couldn’t break. “I was emotional,” I muttered. “It’s all because of you. My cute little sister turned into a beast.” “She’s everything but a cute little girl.” Andrew chuckled softly, and I grimaced at the sound. “She’s fierce, stubborn, has a sharp tongue—” “Just shut your fucking mouth and let me help you, will you?” I grunted. I didn’t like hearing a man praise my sister like that as if he knew her better than I did.

“Yes. Do you remember Aamber? HR Manager in this company?” Laurel certainly remembered. She will not forget the beautiful and authoritative woman who gave her an extraordinary impression. So that woman is Mr White's sister? No wonder, they both harbor mysterious elegance under their golden skin and dark exotic hair. However, what does Aamber have to do with all of this?