Romans & histoires Brother And Sister In Arms

“This isn’t what I want.” But Armin’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his voice cold and cutting. “You say you want out, but do you remember Andrine?” he said, the name a weapon meant to strike deep. “My brother’s wife, your sister—do you really want to risk her life and safety in my family?” Alysha’s eyes widened, and she felt her knees weaken. “No… don’t bring her into this.” Her voice was barely a whisper, panic and fear bubbling up inside her.

This brother of mine had such a strong sense of responsibility. Yep. This was exactly the kind of powerful ally I needed. I took the pen and quickly signed my name. “Thanks, bro!” That “bro” came straight from the heart—loud, sincere, and practically patriotic enough for a military oath. “Wait, she really is your sister?” The earring guy looked completely shocked. I was already annoyed with him, so this time I snapped back immediately. “Yeah, obviously. Unlike you, you probably don’t have a sweet and considerate little sister like me.”

I asked. "Family." He said the word like it was a foreign language. "You are my sister. Arthur is my father. I have another brother, Leo, though he has proven somewhat unreliable. We share blood. That means something, even if we have spent our lives on opposite sides of a war." "You call it a war. I call it a series of attacks against people who never hurt you."

He appeared to be sleeping, and I gently touched Andres's shoulder to offer my support. "He's in a better place." My voice trembled as I spoke those words, unsure if I was reassuring Andres or myself because I felt tears welling up in my eyes at any moment. "What do you mean, Ang?" he said, his voice filled with bewilderment. I was just about to respond when Anthony opened his eyes and grinned at me. When I saw that smile, I felt as if all of my power had drained away, and I feared I would never see my dear brother's smile again.

I arch an eyebrow, amused by the term. "Not blood sisters," he clarifies quickly. "Soul sisters. They were orphans too." I glance over at Brax, who remains silent, his expression unreadable. Clearly, he hadn’t heard about this "sisterhood" either. I turn my attention back to the boy, leaning in a little closer. "So, these 'sisters'—they’re close to Arwyn?" He fidgets, avoiding my gaze. "Yeah, I guess. They looked out for each other. Arwyn always made sure they had food, made sure they were safe."

Rosie Mauvelous POV 'Please don't fight, please don't fight.' I recited a useless prayer over my own panic, feeling like I was about to witness the siblings taking each other's lives for the second time. The more the younger brother burned with emotion, the more Alpha William's desire to provoke him burned. His hesitation disappeared into his hands, which defied death by draping both arms over my stomach. In front of the younger brother whose temper was like an atomic bomb.

—then he smiled. James watched me with a bland expression. I smiled at him, his facial muscles did not even twitch. He took out his phone out of his pocket and walked into the hallway his mother disappeared into. Jacob introduced us to Erin and Edwin, his younger twin siblings who looked nothing like him and James. They had rare blond hair and very fair skin. Josephle, a girl with dark chocolate skin, chubby cheeks and an afro, dressed in an oversized sweater and baggy jeans and Gabe, a lanky, acne-ridden boy with a shaved head and an immature goatee.

When I found out my sister was an analise was alive I went back to my old pack to see her. The alpha sent some warriors after me one of the older warriors who served my father took pity on me he told me the alpha had raised my sister as his own a treated her well she took his last name now instead of our deceased fathers. He said that the alpha had a kill on site order put on me but he would never kill me out of respect for my late father he was a dear friend to him and would remain loyal even after death. I wrote a note to analyse and asked if the warrior could give it to her discreetly I would never bother the pack again. My sister got in touch with me the alpha had told her I too had died

Alpha Grim yelled, seeing that one of them had fallen and the Rogues began to throw spears at our enemies, killing them one after the other. Soon, we had the upper hand. We slayed everyone on sight and took more strides into the Pack. We had lost a good number of men though, and we were yet to see their army. The odds were hardly in our favour but I still kept my belief. "Forward!" I recognised that voice. It belonged to my brother. Finally, we were about to get the fight that we came for and not some silly tricks that he had up his sleeves. "We meet again, brother," I smiled as soon as I sighted him. "It'll seem you didn't take my offer."

Immediately standing to her feet, Emerald dashed towards her sister just as Armani also opened her arms and pulled her into an embrace. Both sisters held each other tightly, Emerald running her hand through Armani's hair to calm her trembling figure while Armani just dug her face digger into her older sister's chest, trying to keep her streaming tears at bay. The relief which flooded her was so immense, it had her sobbing. “Oh, Armi,” Emerald mumbled into her sister's hair. “You did good, lil sis. I'm so proud of you.” She felt Armani shake her head against her chest before pulling away slightly, their arms still around each other.