Andrew Huberman Sister Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

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?

Her eyes followed the way beads of sweat ran down his abs, slipping between the ridges and bumps and disappearing into his pants. "I'm Andrew's roommate, Drey," he said, amusement dancing in his eyes. "And you're in our apartment." "Andrew's... oh." Her face flushed deeper. She had just basically flashed her brother's best friend. She would never let the shame down. "I'm Emma. Andrew's sister." Drey froze mid-step. Andrew's sister? The same sister Andrew had mentioned was coming to stay for the weekend while their parents visited some holy pilgrim ground off in Europe. The same sister Andrew was fiercely protective of?

“It seems like you’re getting on well enough with her sister, Cathy.” “She is really quite a girl,” Andrew answered. “She’s smart and beautiful, not as well developed as Sandra, but nice, nevertheless. I think I could enjoy getting to know her.” “She’s a thorn in my side, but she’s Sandra’s sister so I’ll be nice to her.” “She didn’t have anything bad to say when we were talking earlier.”

I thought I was over him then why am I feeling this way? ''Aaaah....so you are Rae. I've heard so much about you.'' I lied taking her frail hands into mine. I noticed how perfectly manicured and slender they were. '' Andrew couldn't stop talking about you. He is practically obsessed with you. By the way I'm Sky, Andrew's .....little sister, we're twins...'' As soon as those words slipped from my lips her eyes widened a fraction, utterly surprised. ''Andrew has a sister?..... He never told me about you.....'' The girl retorted.