Brother Sister Novels & Stories

I just shook my head and let them help, and while working, I couldn't help but notice that someone was missing. "Where's your little angel?" I asked when I didn't see Bran-bran. Ram gave his son the nickname "Bran-bran," but his real name is Brandon Kiel Santiago, and I am one of his godmothers. "He's with his uncle and auntie. You know how much they adore our son, I mean, who wouldn't adore such a handsome man," he said sounding so proud, and I couldn't agree more. "You're bragging about our son again," Atilla murmured, yet I could hear the pride in her voice.

That was all. "Do you realize, Bridgette? You and your brother are like heaven and earth, like two people who aren't related by blood. Your natures are also polar opposites. He's obsessed with you, his own sister. Isn't that strange?" Rose began to joke. Her thoughts were getting further and further away just because of the different traits we had. The same DNA doesn't mean our traits have to be the same. And as for Axe's obsession with me, anyone can be obsessed with anyone, including a brother's obsession with his sister like Axe did.

Despite being nearly the same height, she always seemed like a child to Stella. Finally understanding why her brother loved ruffling the girl's hair so much, Stella spoke gently to Sonia, "Let's go downstairs. As your elder sister, I will help you sort things out." Sonia was taken aback. “Elder sister?” Stella raised her eyebrows, "Trevor is a brother to you, so I should be your sister too. You're four years younger than me, after all." Sonia shook her head. "No." Stella chuckled, "You don't have to refuse so directly, do you?" she feigned sadness, "What about when you call my brother ‘brother’?"

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.

“What the hell are you talking about, Lanie? Why would he get engaged to his sister?” “His… sister?” If she hadn't been sitting down, Alanis knew she would’ve fallen. As it was, her whole body felt peculiarly heavy, as though she was going to faint at any moment. “Brody has no sister. He had a twin brother, but he has no sister.” “I don't know what you're mumbling about.” Michael was definitely irritated now. “I don't know about any brother, but I do know Catherine Stanton is his sister… or his half-sister, to be more specific. The papers were full of it a few months back… you surely must remember?”

With a sad expression on his face, he raised his eyes to Luna. "third sister in law , I can accept life and death due to natural and man-made disasters, but I can't bear this kind of deliberate killing." Luna nodded, "I can understand your mood." Benjeming Waltson slumped his head weakly, "third sister in law , you can't feel the same way, because you haven't seen my elder brother, and you don’t know how good my elder brother is. Before coming to school, I went to meet my third brother truth about my elder brother. I can feel that my third brother is no better than me now, and he is also strong."

"She's your mate, brother? Why didn't you tell me! You can't give her to Phaedra now! You know what she'll do-" My mind skipped a few words. Drew up a blank. Then it bit down on the word. Brother. "Wait, you have another sister?"

"What the hell are you doing with my sister? Do you realize you're acting like a pedophile?" I burst out laughing, the sound echoing in my almost-empty house. She thought she had me cornered with that insult? Please. Lying back on the couch, I quickly typed a response. "Your sister is 18. Or did someone forget the definition of pedophile?" I wasn’t expecting her to reply so fast, but there she was, typing away. She took a long time, probably typing and deleting, trying to find the right words. I grinned, enjoying the tension.

Sisters. Family.

I said calmly. “Then what do you call what you did downstairs?” she shot back. “You announced it like it was already happening.” “It is.” She stared at me like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You’re insane,” she muttered. I didn’t react. She took a breath, trying to calm herself. “You’re my brother, Lucien.” “No.” The word came easily, without hesitation. “I never acknowledged you as my sister. I never called you that." She laughed, shaking her head.