Emma Myers Siblings Novels & Stories

"This situation is like straight out of a soap opera. I heard you lost your memory, but I was pretty sure the reports were exaggerated. Until now. Anyway, I'm Emily, Emily Mitchell, your younger sister." She didn't offer her hand or a hug. This I wasn't expecting. I stared. In all my research into Emma's life, I had never come across information about her sister. I must have missed that. Emily had green eyes, but there the resemblance stopped. She must have figured out what I was thinking because she laughed again.

I started reading the file. Name: Amelia Roselle Knight Nickname: Mia Age: 18 (soon) Father's name: Kristen Knight Mother's Name: Sophia Knight Sister Name: Olivia Knight Status: In High school. Hobby: Dance Relationship: Single. When I read the last part I was very much delighted. She is Single. Amelia that's her name. Its a cute name for a cute girl. I really wanted to see her now. I quickly got someone to track where she was now. Here I come my love.

I DROPPED SYDNEY OFF at her dance school and found Sam Jones in his office picking through a muddy stack of canceled checks and file folders. There were several more mud-caked boxes on the floor around him. He leaned back in his chair. “I’m sorry about your sister, Richard. I never expected Martha to do anything like that. She must have been a lot worse off than everyone thought.” “She didn’t do that to herself, Sam. Somebody pushed her.” “I know it’s hard to believe she’d—”

“I did not mean to hide such hideous truth from you. I and Alexa's mother are siblings to be fact, half siblings. It was just too embarrassing to let you know. You two were so close to each other and we were in love ” “So we are truly half siblings?! What the fuck! Fuck shit!” He roared, throwing the DNA file at her. “I and Taylor had a guess that this might happen so that is why we did not let you two know. I did my best to separate you two so much and it did not work. Don't blame Alexa for this, please. She is innocent. Don't break up with her, she'd not forgive me!” Emily hopped onto his hands and begged. Ray ruffled his hair backwards, sighed and let her hands off his.

“It’s Ember’s birthday today. I haven’t called her yet. I just remembered it was her birthday, actually.” It took me a minute to remember his sister’s name was Ember. I didn’t have any siblings, and I didn’t know how it usually was between brothers and sisters, but I knew Ryan wasn’t that close to his. He never talked about her, and even back when we were growing up, we never spent much time with her. I barely even remembered he had a sister, never mind what she looked like. If it was her birthday though, he should probably have called. “Go ahead. Give her a call now. I’ll get us another round.”

"Thankyou. Whats your name?" "Emily." She whispers shyly. Her sister walks up to us and gives me a small grin. "Im Emma, this one's sister. Incase you couldnt tell." Her posture is much more confident. I act surprised. "No way, really?" She rolls her eyes but they sparkle with humour. "Whats yours?" "Thalia." "Like the daughter of Zeus? Percy Jackson?" Emma questions, excited, the sparkle in her pale green eyes increasing. I snort. "Yeah, my mom is a fan through and through. Im pretty sure if i had a brother he'd be named Percy. Or Leo."

"Oh, for God's sake. Do you have any idea what kind of week I've had? Evan's graduation dinner is at the end of the month. If you pull one more stunt, I swear to God, I'll kill you myself." Then the line went dead. The warehouse fell quiet in the ugliest way. Lucas patted my face twice, almost fond. "Well. That's embarrassing." Evan slid the phone back into his pocket. "Told you. She'd rather lose him than inconvenience me." I didn't cry. I think I had gone too far past heartbreak by then. All that was left was the hollow sound of the last hope in me giving way. Lucas caught my chin. "Your sister wants you gone? We can do that."

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

We would probably already have our mate if he had just listened to me. Noel growled, and I pushed him back. “Do you have any siblings?” Emma asked me. “I don’t.” I said, shaking my head. “I always wanted to have a sibling, though. I was pretty lonely when I was a kid. My parents worked hard, and I spent most of my time alone. I did have Mark, though.” “Who is Mark?” Emma asked. I was just about to answer her when the dining room door opened. Two waiters walked inside carrying two fancy bowls with some kind of soup in them.

“You danced with Mommy!” Amy said. With a sigh, I sat down. “Amy, we talked about this. Annette is your mom’s adopted sister. They look similar, but they are not the same person.” “Are they twins?” Stacy asked. “No. They just look similar,” I said. “It’s a coincidence. They aren’t even blood related.” I glanced behind me, at Amelia’s memorial, and the guilt started weighing on me again. Was it wrong to allow the girls to have any relationship with Annette? Or was it okay because she was Amelia’s adopted sister?