Brother Sister Amateur Novels & Stories

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

The inscription above the photo reads: The Sisterhood. The photo shows Sara, Mira, Sandra—and... My breath catches in my throat. "This girl..." I whisper, shifting the yearbook to Boaz, pointing at it. "I know her. What does she have to do with this?" Boaz squints at the photo, raising a brow. "Linda Frothmoth. One of your girl’s best friends in school. They called themselves the sisterhood. The queen bees of Crystal High." I glance at Jake again and our eyes meet. A cold shiver runs down my spine.

We just sat looking here and there " You look at the hell you put us into." She mumbled " I didn't. You weren't any less." I said back " Yeah, yeah!" She scoffed then stood up and looked at the books " Your brother has a nice collection." " I know." I rolled my eyes at her " Do you like any sports?" She questioned, " Sorry if I offended you, you seem unproductive, don't answer." " I am more productive than you will ever be and I am a basketball freak." I answered her," Tell me about yourself. Can you do anything other than annoying the shit out of people?"

I said and we both left "You brother is cool" she said "Yea he is" I replied, I never noticed before, "Can I ask you something" she said, I just shrugged "can you help me and make your brother mine" she said and my foot got stuck to the ground. "What do you mean" I asked, she came forward "I think am in love with your brother, I want to date him" she said, I have a lot of girls said that, but with Martha that never fawn over any guy, this is a big thing, it means she is serious

The coffee mug hovers in midair as I stare at the screen. It’s a group photo from some beach resort. Company retreat, based on the caption. And there she is—my baby sister, looking sun-kissed and radiant and happy. Her head is thrown back in laughter, her hair wild and beachy, wearing a bikini top and shorts. And there’s a man’s arm around her waist.

"It's fine. I know, in Amai there is a conception that dancers are not from a well to do family. But in Hiranga, our profession has nothing to do with our family. It simply depends on our passion and talent." "Then di.. your mother.." "She is no more." "Sorry di. I don't know" "It's fine. I was a child then, so I don't really have an impression of my mother. My brothers looked after me." "Then your brothers?? are they also official?" "No. Even though I am not a cobra, I do have connections with them." "Huh!!" "My brothers. My second brother is a python sub general while my third brother is a cobra sub general."

Amelia smiled, remembering her siblings and cousins. “Ours is a vast family. My dad’s younger brother’s family and my grandparents also live with us. I have two siblings. My older brother, Ryan, is married with a year-old baby boy while my younger sister, Genelia, is fifteen. My cousins, Wesley and Blade, are seventeen and we all are quite close.” “Does your brother help your dad in his business?” “No, he’s a cardiologist, not at all interested in business. Neither are Wesley and Blade, leaving only the two of us. Dad has his hopes pinned on Genelia and me.”

Turned on his heel. And walked away. I crumbled. Curled into myself, I sobbed until my throat went raw. If I could reach into my chest and tear out the aching organ, I would’ve. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps again. Through my blurry vision, I saw the black polish of Alexander’s shoes. My eyes trailed up to find him adjusting his cufflinks. “I’m heading to the office,” he said flatly. I said nothing. Only Alexander Westwood would go into the office mere hours after marrying his brother’s bride.

Pathetic, right? He was pulling his black sweatpants back on, the ones that hung low on his hips, showing the sharp V-line and the edge of that tattoo that hid below his waistband. Twenty-two years old, three years older than me, and built like he spent half his life in the gym or behind the wheel of those illegal street cars he raced. He was my step brother… and my dirty little secret. “Fuck, that was close,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his messy dark hair. His gray eyes flicked toward the door like he expected his dad to bust in any second. “William was still up when I snuck out. Had to wait forever.”

Is it also possible that I get tired of waiting for my brother? The next person who shares the story is Brosiah “Hi I’m Brosiah Campus, uh I don’t have siblings but I have Beau and Amex who is like a brother to me. In sadness, in joy, we are always together. And I’m thankful for that. That’s all.”