Brother And Sister Book Novels & Stories

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.

Mom said quietly as they got into the ambulance. "Your sister killed your other fine sister?" I heard someone ask. "She's not my sister, not anymore!" That was the beginning of my nightmare. Thanks for reading my book, if you enjoyed this chapter please tap the little star below, comment, and share thanks, XD.

The book of our lives slammed shut, and a new one opened, but the chapters seemed to unfold at a painfully slow pace. Turning another page didn’t scare me; I was curious to see what came next. The thought of my beast tearing up the pages of my book made me nervous. Despite always feeling guilty when my sister left, she constantly reassured me it wasn’t my fault. She believed in me and encouraged me to lead our pack with an unwavering hand.

I chuckled, making him laugh too and he let me go just in time as Samantha came back, pretty and proper as always. “You look beautiful, sis. Are you ready to go ?” I asked and kissed the top of the head. “Let’s go brother. I love you,” she said with utmost sincerity. “I love you too, baby girl,” I said and we three headed out. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – MY DRAGON MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – MY FAT MATE

“Now we all have to deal with the consequences.” “Oh damn…so that means you’re like sisters now,” Tyler laughed. Savannah whipped her head round. “That is not my sister.” Tyler held his hands up defensively. “Keep your hair on.” Much to Mia’s relief, the group seemed to get bored of asking her questions. The talked turned to school, relationships, and how much they hated their parents. Mia zoned out. She had no interest in listening to any of the drivel they had to say. In the end she took out a book from her bag and began to read. Every so often Ryan would glance at her, an unreadable expression on his face.

"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 told myself none of this changed anything I needed to do or my reasons for doing it. Outside the house, the city had woken up just like any other morning. But something about me didn’t feel normal. Aaron and Dorian were siblings. Despite everything, I was still going to walk back into his house tomorrow.

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.

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.

Probably signs of madness, right? "Right. It’s complicated." I tell Lily and silence stretches between us before I return my eyes to hers. My lips curl in a bare smile when I catch her staring, her eyes sparkling. When I last saw my sister, she was eight and a young bright girl who loved me too much. I loved her too—still do. And sometimes she was referred to as my twin. There were barely any differences between us. We had the same eyes, the same hair—except for the length—and we did almost everything together. It didn’t matter that she was younger, she was just as brilliant. She still is and definitely prettier. And now that she’s back, and five years older, I know she can feel the change.