Angel Dust Siblings Novels & Stories

Kelsey replied, "I'm here to pick up my brother too." Today Digby and Arya were coming, and she definitely had to be there to meet them—they had been so good to her. Angela's eyes widened in surprise. "You have a brother?" Didn't she hear that Kelsey was an orphan, with only unreliable adoptive parents and Catherine? Where did this brother come from? Mia let out a cold laugh. "These days, it's pretty trendy to just claim someone as your brother, right?" Angela's eyes lit up instantly—so that's how it was.

Yet she started cussing Evan in her head. " Asshole! Uncle...uncle... How delightful. A charming family indeed, with a disrespectful son and a slow wife, such a nuisance! To have relatives like them is quite a misfortune, Mr. Baristanas! But this might just work in my favor! I will just lie here." She whispered within. Yet Evan was approaching. "Are you alright, uncle? Why are you lying on the ground like this?" Evan asked. Then the surprise came to Angel. "I'm okay, Evan. Somebody just fainted in my arms." Mark perfectly responded, adding to Angle's surprise.

Bastien squeezes me a bit tighter when he notices the change in my stance, the eagerness to get to the table, a small growl leaves his chest. A soft groan comes from my lips as I feel his possessiveness through our bond, I mind link him, "stop, silly, I'm excited about Angel not her mate." He side eyes me then focus's back to the table we are slowly approaching, his eyes widen at her and a small smile plays on his lips as he takes her in. Angel is a vision of beauty, she stands, clapping, a huge smile graces her cherub face, her small baby bump barely noticeable, in a baby blue off the shoulder dress, her skin is flawless and tan, a perk for living in Florida. I break free of Bastien's hol

I saw Cybelle look up at us once more before hiding in the darkness. I glance at the two diamonds around my neck and soon it will be completed. There are still four more diamonds to go — I mean, it’s three because the other diamond is in Lucia’s forehead. I hope I can find the other three diamonds today because there are only a few hours left before the bloodbath. Azrael cleared his throat, “Cybelle and you are siblings?” he asked, and I hummed. “We are, but I am the biological daughter,” I said.

My mother and father are sitting on a couch, smiling brightly, while my brother sits beside our father and the little me is sitting on our mother's lap. There's also a picture of me and my brother with Grandma Esmey in the middle. Then my eyes narrowed to the last photo I am holding. It was me and my mother, with a girl who I think is around six to seven years old. I flipped the photo hoping that I might find something and I did. I read what was written but it only made me puzzled. -With my two angels. Ysobella Marie and Maria Selene. "Who is Selene?" I asked my brother.

Sebastian finally spoke. “I’ve known Elena since we were kids,” he said slowly. “Elena is my first love… my first girlfriend. She just got back from Switzerland. She is here to expand her family’s business.” He paused, his jaw tightening. “She is part of this family,” he said. Something inside me broke. I stared at him, my ears ringing, my chest feeling tight like I could not breathe properly. “What do you mean… part of this family?” My voice came out shaky, but there was anger buried inside it. “You disappear to God knows where and you come back with this…”

Thinking of the worst possibility, Elio felt a splitting headache and nearly lost his balance. Alyssa reached out to support him, but he shoved her away hard. “Get the car!” Elio turned and ran out. Not expecting to be pushed away, Alyssa lost her balance and fell to the ground. The three brothers were still reeling from the news of Luna’s disappearance and didn’t help her up right away. A maid assisted Alyssa to her feet. She turned, wanting to complain to her brothers, but they only glanced at her briefly before rushing out. Late at night, the wind near the bridge was bitterly cold.

“How do you know it’s a girl?” “Because only a daughter would carry this kind of fire.” She kissed my forehead, whispering, “I’ll see you again.” And then she was gone, retreating into the dark. Damian’s arms locked around me, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. The secret door swallowed us whole just as footsteps thundered down the cellar stairs. The tunnel was damp, swallowing every sound except the pounding of my heart. My sister’s kiss lingered like a brand on my skin as the trap slammed shut above us, cutting me from her forever.

Nicholas was my sister's ex-husband, a boundary I had always promised myself I would never cross. But as I stood there, battling an internal storm, it became clear that something fundamental had shifted. Love, desire, conflict—it all swirled around me, pulling me into its depths. And as much as I knew I should run from it, an equally powerful part of me ached to see where this path would lead.