Ares Siblings Novels & Stories

Both she and her mother loved snacks and yogurt so much, so they were stored in many places at home. "Why don't you ask Brent if she thinks so?" Allyssa took the yogurt and began to drink it. "Cousin, my sister has a point. My sister and I have brothers and sisters but uncle and aunt were determined to have only one, and you can't realize the benefits of having brothers and sisters." Elisa was speechless. "What are you two?" "We are different, we are relatives, and no matter how close we are, we can't be like our own brothers and sisters. No matter how we say it, we are two families."

What the fuck is even happening right now? Quinn thought he’d at least have through the Christmas holidays. But now, it was official. He and Emerson were siblings. Step-siblings.. but still siblings nonetheless. He looked over at her then… seeing the pain etched on her face made him want to go right back out and get in another fight immediately. Their parents were fucking assholes…

Not wanting to imply something too strongly, I don’t finish the sentence, leaving the idea dangling in the air that they may be an item. Nyx’s blush deepens, turning her cheeks a dark crimson. “Oh dear gods no!” “We’re practically siblings,” Link sighs. “She’s my cousin. Well, more like our dads are best friends and they see each other as brothers. Brothers from different mothers,” he snorts. Nyx frowns, glaring. “Siblings that don’t write one another,” her pout suggests that she doesn’t see them as just cousins. “I’m sorry Nyxie,” he pats her shoulder. “Come on in! I don’t think you’ve ever been to my Mom’s place.”

"Will they be weird like us?" "You're not weird." I corrected. "You're special. And yes. Your sibling will probably be special too. Maybe in different ways. But special." "Then we have to protect them." He said it like a decision he'd just reached. "Like we protect the younger pack kids. Like Sage protects us. That's our job. Big brother and big sister protecting the baby."

She finished and held my hands. “Trust me on this one my dear, things are going to go as planned and you won’t have any reasons to regret. Your happy days are here!” “Thanks mom, these words mean a lot to me. If I may ask, how many of them would be coming over?” I asked her. “I’m not exactly sure of that but about six of them were present at the court on that day.” She replied. “What are their names and who are they?” I asked again. “Max is your father’s elder brother, Jenny his kid sister and her twin Patric, Jenny’s husband Simon and their kids, Alex and Brenda. They are twins as well.” She told me smiling.

Best not to go in expecting enemies where I could find allies, though. “Just three, two brothers and a sister. We alternated– boy, girl, boy, girl– and I’m the second of us. My older brother is Bryan, then me, then Hunter, then the youngest and most spoiled is Elliana. Hunter seems to think that just because he got bigger than me, that makes him my big brother too, but I’ll always remember putting dresses on him when we were little. Do you have siblings?”

If only they were still here, they could have helped me unlock the mysteries of our bloodline. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my son Daniel cheering on his kid sister Alex. It was heartwarming to see how close they were, just like my big brother Jack and I had been. We had been inseparable until we found our mates, but the bond between siblings never faded, no matter how much time passed.

"Are you? Because you don't have our blood." "Blood doesn't make siblings, Paul. Growing up together makes siblings." "Does it? Because if you're not really my sister, then what are you?" I felt tears starting in my eyes. "I'm the person who grew up in the same house as you. I'm the person who helped you with your homework. I'm the person who covered for you when you snuck out in high school." "But you're not my real sister." "What makes a real sister?" "Sharing parents!"

“Ari and I have to have a chat after all.” “Really?” Jesse gasps as we step into the elevator. “What about!? Do I get to come too?” “No,” Rafe says, slinging an arm around my shoulders and glaring over at our cousin. “Siblings only for this one.” Jesse hangs his head back as the elevator lifts us swiftly into the air. “That’s so unfair,” he groans. “Come on, I’m basically a sibling – our dads our brothers, our moms are sisters! Genetically, I’m pretty much the same –“

These siblings were an odd pair! They were the oddest of the odd.