Brother Sister Stories Novels & Stories

Brian was surprised “Yes!” Damian said shortly “Why? Why did she do this to Anna?” Brian was wondered “About that……” Damian sighed, he glanced at Fai, then Fai nodded to him and he started to tell the story he told me this morning with Fai adding some more. “YOU…..” Brian suddenly got up and about to punch Damian, but Fai, who sat next to Damian tried to protect his brother “Honey….” I tried to hold Brian and Smith helped me too

And if my memory serves me correctly, she called him brother. “Xenia, this is my little sister.” I nod my head thinking as much as I can see the resemblance. Is it weird that he’s introducing me to his sister? That makes this feel more intimate. I barely know him… “This is so exciting. Brother has never brought a hu -- a woman home. I don’t think so. Isn’t that right, Brother?” She looks at him and I stifle a giggle. She’s so young and innocent. I’m sure he’s had many women here, not that he would tell his little sister that.

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.”

Indie answers, “Yes. It always does. I honestly don’t know where he puts it.” Jade wraps her arm around my arm and in a co-conspirator, voice says, “Let’s go and I will tell you all the embarrassing stories about my brother that I can remember!” I leaned in closely to her, “That sounds like a plan.” She winks at me, “Let’s go!” I smile at Jaxon and mind link him, ‘Your sister is going to give me all the good juicy stories about you as a child.’ ‘Don’t believe a word she says.’ He chuckled in the mind link.

But the situation went south. By the time the brother came back, the sister had already disappeared. The brother freaked out because of the legend about Banshee that had been spreading within the tribe. He was worried that Banshee had kidnapped his sister, so he immediately looked for her. However, his search came up empty after he asked many people. In the end, he found his sister’s handkerchief and some traces of a scuffle in the alley. One could tell that his sister had struggled before she was kidnapped.

Even though she was in pajamas and nothing was visible, Vincent still earnestly said, "Dear sister, I'm your elder brother. Did you behave today? Let me tell you a story." After that, Vincent cleared his throat and began to tell a story to his sister. Larissa didn't know if the baby in her belly could hear him or not, but Larissa herself felt a bit drowsy listening. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep. When she fell asleep, Ambrose took the phone from her. Seeing Ambrose's face, Vincent's expression turned sour, his face full of disdain. "Bad Daddy, what are you doing? I want to tell my sister a story."

"Doing great, Sister. Out of all the stories I've written, this is my favorite. You're the heroine in my story." "What do you mean I'm the heroine of your story? I thought you said you're not going to make me the heroine of your story?" I confusedly asked my brother who was still grinning at me. "Secret," he answered mysteriously too. "But for now, I will stop writing. I need to focus on my studies because our exams are coming up. "You sound mysterious. For sure, your story is ugly," I teased my brother. "You're the one who is ugly, Sister," he answered me while raising his eyebrows but I didn't feel offended by what he said.

and then walk on like he hadn't. My brother, who had not wanted a single thing in three years, wanted something. It was the same something I wanted. Two brothers. One woman. There's a very old story about how that goes, and it does not end well for the brothers, and it does not end with them still brothers.

All because my father brought home my mother’s best friend—pregnant, five months, with a child that wasn’t hers. Ethan. My throat closed. Emily’s room blurred with the image of Beatrice trying to pretend everything was fine, even while her mind was unraveling and her heart was already gone. And now Emily—sweet, stubborn Emily—was doing the same thing. Pretending. Hiding. Breaking. “Emily,” I said quietly. She sniffed, turning her face away. “I’m fine, Alex. It’s nothing.” It was the same lie my mother whispered every time she tried to shield me from her own suffering, until she finally went half senile, now I am left to clean up the mess.

Beauty’s POV I was born, the youngest and only sister of seven brothers. While mother wanted me to knit and cook, my father taught me the art of being a merchant. But my seven brothers taught me to wrestle. Even now, I treasured the memories of my brothers. Many a split lip had come from their teasing, but none dared strike back in anger... I was the baby, the girl, and while I learned to be rough, they learned to protect.