Brother And Sister Adventure Book Series Novels & Stories

"I just... I just missed you so much. That's the only reason I'm crying. I'm just happy to see you." Adam let out a small breath, his expression softening. He reached up, leaning forward to press a sweet, gentle kiss against my cheek. "You don't have to cry anymore, okay? I read in a book that brothers are supposed to protect their sisters and never make them cry. So please stop crying. I'm big now. I will protect you, okay?" A shaky laugh slipped through my tears. Even with my world falling apart, Adam’s kindness warmed a small part of my heart.

I stood frozen in the hallway, my heart pounding so hard against my ribs I thought it might break through them. It was late afternoon. My father and my brother, Jeffery, were on base for a training exercise. The house was supposed to be empty except for me. But Jeffery had called two hours earlier to say Aiden was coming. He explained that his best friend had finally gotten leave after eight months on deployment and needed a place to stay before heading home to see his family. I'd been a complete mess ever since. Aiden King was six-foot-three, toned and bronzed. My brother's best friend ever since they enlisted in the Navy six years ago. Eight years older than me. Completely out of reach. An

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

Katrina turned at the feel of his closeness, and she almost collided with him. The air between them tightened, charged, and her pulse suddenly became loud in her ears. She barely had time to inhale before he leaned in and kissed her, swift and silencing every thought in her head. When he pulled back, Katrina stared at him, a bit stunned, her lips parted slightly. “Do brothers kiss their sisters like that?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze still lingering on her lips. Katrina swallowed hard, trying not to falter. “Well, I heard brothers tend to be overly protective of their sisters,” she said lightly, forcing the words out.

Lucien smiled, slow, predatory, like a man who'd just won a game I didn't know I was playing. ​"Welcome home, little sister." ​And just like that, my boring, miserable, predictable life exploded into a thousand pieces. ​I should've taken the stairs.

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

Miss Odessa was quite stubborn and I could tell, so I decided to ask her sister for help. Evangeline, Odessa's sister, had bright blonde curly hair that matched her lashes and light blue eyes. Her skin was pale and she had some freckles scattered around her cheeks. It was like staring into the sun when talking to her, and as expected, her bubbly character matched her bright ethereal appearance. It was like these sisters were descendants of gods. “Good day miss” “Oh good morning Mr man my sister is working with” she said, squinting like she was trying to remember my name.

She was chasing too, lost in the rising tide of sensation, her mind a mess of half-formed images and desperate need. Adrian's face. His hazel eyes floating above her, staring into her soul as he flew her self approach the edge of a cliff that she was willing to fly off. And then for a split second, those eyes weren't Adrian at all. No these were dark eyes and they were too familiar. Too close. Her brother! Elara jolted upright with a sharp gasp, throwing the covers off as if they were burning her skin. Her heart hammered violently, hands shaking as she pressed them into the mattress, breath coming too fast, too shallow.

I said sharply, "I said your bag, is dripping water" he repeated then left, maybe I came out too sharply, I busted another chance with him, then I realized what he said, I pulled off my bag to check. It's truly dripping, I opened the bag to see a can of water in my bag, it's not covered tightly so it soaked my bag and books. My heart hurts, how can a brother treat his sister like this. What did I ever do to him.

Once I am ready I meet Andros and our boys in the sitting area of our wing. As we make our way down the stairs, it all became more real that I was going to take over for my brother, I was going to become leader of his part of my father’s mafia and my brother will be taking my father’s place in the underworld as Mafia King and the main leader of the Stratton family Mafia and will take over for him as Mafia king as well. It all became real to me as I see my older brother Jonathan and Mariann holding their son Brandon in her arms as Rocco and Maverick carry their luggage as well as their own to the foyer for the staff to load it into the car. I ran up to my brother. “Good luck, Jon.” “Thanks, s