Can You Marry Your Step-siblings Mga Nobela at Kwento

His emerald eyes bore into mine, holding me in their grasp, piercing directly into my soul. I flinched gently away from him when I remembered that we were soon going to be step siblings. I slid my fingers into my blond hair, worry imprinted in my features. “Isa-” “Derek.” I cut in, not letting him finish his statement. I walked back to him and held his hands “I think it's best we reject each other. That's the suitable thing to do at a moment like this. We're step siblings and if you keep claiming me as yours, you might get into trouble. Our mate bond won't bring us any good. It will only make our parents separate and you know deep down how they love each other. Just picture the awkward looks

Brianna Lewis stopped short before me with her huge, protruding belly, the plate of fruits falling from her hands and crashing onto the ground into a million pieces. Her voice shook as her eyes filled with disbelief. "Hazel? How's that possible? How could you marry my father-in-law? How dare you?" I smiled gently and answered, "He wanted me, and I wanted him, so why wouldn't I dare? Didn't you also marry Jason after all?" Brianna's eyes were filled with unshed tears. She held a hand to her heart and cried, "How's that the same? How could siblings marry into the same family, one to the son and one to the father?

He was charming as ever. My heart shouldn’t fall again. The pain of being betrayed was there. My step-brother… I’m marrying him. I sniffled as I walked directly to my seat, not taking his hand. I don’t care if my father scolds me. I don’t care now. I am used to him beating me with his crane or slapping me… for every single mistake that I never made. The only mistake was that I had lived. I should’ve taken my life. My miserable useless life.

Maybe my gaze was too chilling, because Evelyn flinched. Cole immediately stepped forward, shielding her behind him. He jabbed a finger at me and cursed, “Jace, how can you be so heartless? Evelyn has promised to give you one day a week, and it’s fine if you don’t appreciate it. Fine. But now you’re even pretending to be her brother-in-law? Everyone in this city knows Evelyn’s sister has a mysterious husband whom she won’t tolerate anyone crossing. Are you trying to drag Evelyn down with you? How cruel can you be!”

Dealing with one tyrant under my own roof was already stretching my sanity to its absolute breaking point; encountering another version of my stepbrother in public would completely destroy me. No, no. I didn't want history to repeat itself. I don't do virgins, blondie. No, not another asshole in my life.

"The engagement was a joke, too?" Luca kissed the top of my head, his voice so gentle it was nearly a lie. "Elena, I wanted to surprise you. Denmark and Malta both allow step-siblings with no blood relation to register a marriage. I've already asked the lawyers to prepare the documents. Once the family stabilizes, we'll leave Chicago and go somewhere nobody knows us." I had heard words like that too many times, in both lives. On countless nights, he had promised to give me a legal place by his side. Back then, I would blush and ask if he meant it.

And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother' "That's because it wasn't required." Dad's voice rings out, slipping me out of my anxious thoughts. "Fucking hell!" "I got married to his mother three months ago. He has four other siblings." "Oh my God, I can't believe I have five step siblings." My words are followed by a long awkward pause as I stare down at the cup of coffee that I have my hands bind around. What was streaming hot earlier when it was served, had turned cold because I had refused to drink out of it.

" Where are you going? I never said you can leave!" Alberto hissed in a raging voice, pulling me back into his arms. I was now very uncomfortable and feeling disgusted. So I turned back and made eye contact with him. I boldly replied," Even if you can't accept me as your sister, I'm still biologically your sister. Harbouring romantic feelings for me is wrong, Mr Alberto del Rio." " I don't care because in Osho country, marriage between step siblings is legal." " What?" I was shocked by Alberto's shameless answer. He was planning on getting married to me? Is he high on drugs?

“I’m sure she had me followed.” Jeffrey gulps and takes a sip of water. Scarlett crosses her legs and says, “I came here to ask you something else.” “Yes, Mrs. Rochester?” “I want to know something. When a person dies, can their step siblings give permission to have the deceased’s organs be donated?” Jeffrey frowns. “It’s unusual,” he admits. “But not illegal unless the parents of the step siblings had divorced prior to the person’s death.” Scarlett sighs out loud. “A friend of mine wants to donate her step brother’s eyes to a hospital so that someone can benefit from it. She was told she’s not allowed to.”

Karashi said, and I lifted my gaze to glare at her. "She could die for all I care," I said under my breath, relaxing in my office chair, "Maybe the Moon Goodness is punishing him for fucking and accepting to be mated to his own stepsister." I stared at the ceiling for a second, then scoffed under my breath. "Tell me, how do you fuck your stepsister to the point of accepting her as your fated mate?" I said nonchalantly. Kester irks me. Everything about him was too wrong.