Emma Myers Siblings Novels & Stories

**Emma's POV** I burst out of Nicholas’s house, my face wet with tears and my heart in turmoil. My car keys bit into my palm as I squeezed them, the cold metal grounding me in the present. I couldn’t bear to be alone right now, with my thoughts and fears swirling around me in a chaotic dance. I needed to be around someone who cared for me genuinely, without any hidden agendas.

she explained, and I nodded. I don’t have any siblings, but for some reason, I do get what she means. I looked at Emma, my father’s decision at that time is the reason we are in this mess. But she doesn’t seem angry about it; she also had or has a brother, so I think she understands. From what I have seen with Taylor and Addison. They might act like they hate each other’s guts, but they would protect each other no matter what. And then there was Katherine, although she and Camilla didn’t get along, she cared about her.

The next day, they awoken to watch the local news and papers only to discover that on the headline, was their family name. "From a very reliable source, we have come to learn that Jason junior Samuel Macaulay, age twenty one has impregnated his very own sister, Annabelle Naomi Macaulay, age nineteen. What is the world turning into since a brother now have sex with his very own sister? What an abomination. Citizens are left to wonder what their parents were doing that such atrocity happens in their home but they had no idea.

What the fuck is even happening right now? Quinn thought he’d at least have through the Christmas holidays. But now, it was official. He and Emerson were siblings. Step-siblings.. but still siblings nonetheless. He looked over at her then… seeing the pain etched on her face made him want to go right back out and get in another fight immediately. Their parents were fucking assholes…

I recognized her immediately as his little sister, Emma, from the photograph that sat on Liam's desk in his dorm room, the one he had told me about during our late-night conversations. But instead of running to Liam as I expected, instead of greeting her brother first after what must have been a long separation, Emma made a beeline straight for me. Her small arms wrapped around my waist with surprising strength, and she looked up at me with brown eyes that were identical to Liam's except for the complete lack of the complicated emotions that sometimes clouded his.

This woman—my real mother—has been in a coma for fifteen years searching for me even in her dreams. The teenage boy—my brother—clears his throat. "Can we meet her too, or are Mom and Dad going to hog her all day?" Catherine laughs through her tears and releases me. "Mira, these are your siblings. Marcus is seventeen." She gestures to the tall teenager. "Emma is fifteen, and Riley is twelve." Marcus nods at me formally, trying to look grown-up. Emma rushes over and hugs me enthusiastically. Riley hangs back, suddenly shy. "You look like Mom," Emma says, beaming. "I always wondered what you'd look like. Marcus said you probably had Dad's nose, but I knew you'd be pretty like Mom."

Everyone stilled for a moment. Even Donald paused like he wasn't sure if he knew these foreign faces. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his mom broke the silence. “Wait, I know you. I-I think I do, you look familiar.” “Yes mom,” Sam was on his feet, heading over to me, “this is Emery, Chloe's sister and the female I dated all through high school and after.” My cheeks were bloomed as I avoided ‘his’ heavy gaze that pressed down on me. Sam's dad.

Emily asked, trying to remember the face of the guy who was with them at the cafe. "Yeah. He is bestfriends with Zahir and Zi - Zi.i" Emma said cheekily. "Oh my! The guy is damn brave if he went ahead and tuned his best friends’ sister. That too such over protective brothers.." Emily was impressed by the above mentioned Freddy bro. "Freddy bro didn't know that Zada is their sister. He only came to know on the day you came." Emma said with a casual shrug. "Oh okay. Now tell me about this Zi - Zi of yours." Emily said in a teasing voice and Emma blushed.

PRESENT DAY - Nearly 11 Years Later EMMA **Memory** It's my birthday. My twin brother Samuel and I turn 7 today and we are all having fun playing the birthday games my mother planned for our pack party. I stop as Marcus changes direction and chases someone else; I scan the yard and see my mother sitting in one of my father's laps with my new brothers and sister sleeping in a port-a-cot nearby. My other fathers are not that far away from them either, always protective, always alert and always watching, but playing with us at the same time.

Amelia, the second eldest of the triplet who looked nothing like Jazmin grunted. "I've always told Elias he is a hopeless romantic that's why his luck with women is terrible. The cards are never wrong, he should try gay." Emerson, Emery's identical twin with a beauty mark under his eye said as he held his tarot cards. "Silence!" All my siblings kept quiet when my eldest brother, the first son and the oldest triplet commanded. His name... Amir. "It's wonderful to have you back baby brother." He said as he pinched my cheeks like the little kid he always smoldered me like.