Brother And Sister Book Novels & Stories

Tiago said and Noe passed him a side glare. "Naa, brother you don't have to be so rude," Noe said with a pout but his eyes were on fire. I couldn't help but laugh. "Anyways, it was an amazing book. One of my top five. No wonder why are you so clever, sister." He said and continuously hit his hand on my shoulder. I'm on cloud nine. I couldn't believe that my brother has read my book which I wrote two years ago. We heard Tiago clearing his throat so we turned to look at him.

Chapter 18 Adelie POV It's a beautiful morning, and I'm glad that I'll be having breakfast with my parents today. Just how much I've missed them so much. These past few days without them have been unarguably boring. Descending the staircase minutes later, the aroma coming from the kitchen welcomes me and realizing that I'll be eating from the food made by that scumbag I call a brother, I can't help but roll my eyes angrily. I'm still so mad at him for treating Cynthia the way he did yesterday. For goodness sake, she did nothing wrong. All she did was confess her feelings to the bastard she claimed to be madly in love with. As much as I'm sad about what happened, I'm also happy that she reali

“I know. You were always kind. Kinder than I deserved.” He nodded, then left. I sank against the counter, drained. In two days, both Stone brothers had walked back into my life. The storm was only beginning. “Mommy?” Ethan appeared in the doorway, eyes serious. “Are you sad?” I wiped my face quickly. “Just tired. Are you hungry?” He slipped his small hand into mine. “The man who was here—he looked like Daddy.” My chest tightened. “They’re brothers. Sometimes brothers look alike.” “Like me and Eva,” he said.

The joy on my face lingered while I listened to her relate her stories, which were often difficult to grasp because she was still a baby, and she tended to mumble. "Let's play, Angeline!" after a while, we heard a shout from outside my office which I immediately recognized as Lizzy's voice which is also a child living in this orphanage. Lizzy is two years older than Angeline, and she always treats Angeline as her little sister. "Wait!" Angeline shouted back, and after she looked at me as if asking for my permission if she could leave. "Go ahead," I simply said, and after hearing that she turned around and ran away.

Simon dragged himself tiredly to the couch which he fell on and then he yawned loudly, rubbing his face. The person who had greeted him came out. She was Simon's younger sister, Rebecca. She appeared to be much taller than her brother and just from the look of it, she indeed had similar facial features as him. She had her stained apron on and was holding a spatula. Regardless, it didn't stop her from smiling at her brother. "How was work?" "A bit stressful but I am glad to be home. Did you really have to prepare dinner? We could have just bought something." Simon suggested. Rebecca placed her two arms on her waist like an angry mother and shook her head.

Nathan chimed in, "How dare those rats lay a finger on our princess. We should teach them a lesson or they'll take us lightly in the future." Warmth seeped into her as she realized how protective her brothers were. It was genuinely nice to have loved ones backing her up. Now that she had found her biological brothers and a loving family, there was nothing more she needed as of now. The Bowens should've foreseen what was waiting for them when they had the nerve to hurt Mia. After all, the Lane brothers were known to be sister-fools. That was why she said the Bowens were fools. And who was the idiot in the Barrett family who wanted to collaborate with such fools?

"Come, let me introduce you." I stood frozen at the door. "This is my twin brother, Marco." My eyes shifted to the man I knew. The wild grin from the club was gone, replaced by a mask of polite friendliness. "Hello, my dear... sister-in-law." He held out his hand, looking perfectly welcoming. The thought of the things I'd done with him made my stomach clench. I fought back the nausea and gave a stiff nod. "And this is my... friend, Isabella." The pause Dante took made the word "friend" sound like a joke. "Isabella, this is Rose."

My brother…your sister “…my sister…” It’s Hanan Durani’s diary and my sister was just a toy to him gathering after everything I listened about these two from my uncle. Their love story was famous in the Baloch tribes because that was the beginning of the war that caused a massive bloodshed. It was a famous love story because there wasn’t love in that.

I open the book and it begins “Today I’m finally a tween, I’m too excited, Luke is taking me out to a movie tonight and Melody is making me a huge chocolate cake, with white chocolate frosting, this is going to be the best birthday ever. Luke and Melody are the best in the world, I’m so lucky to have them both as my brother and sister.” “Today I got a B on my spelling test, and I cried so hard that Melody spent the night helping me with the words so I could get an A, she’s the best big sister ever!”

The less people who knew about my business, the less questions I'd answer when things go sideways. Finally, I found myself once again in front of my brother's room. I greedily took in a breath before walking in. No one had been here from the lack of scent. Good. “And how are we feeling today?” I asked, pushing the door open with a soft smile on my face. Without looking up from the book before him, he said, “I'm not one of your sick patients, sister. Get away.” I rolled my eyes and snatched the book from him. He glared at me with his hand stretched, expecting me to drop it but I did the opposite. ‘How to handle grief’... My voice trailed off and I peered up at him.