Felix Sibling Novels & Stories

I asked him, and Felix looked at me hesitantly but shaking his head. "I needed to go find my little sister. My mother took her out for picnic and she..... ran away." Felix replied, and my eyes widened in horror. "How old is she?" I couldn't help but wonder. Why would a kid run away? "She is ten years old. My parents got separated a couple of years back, and my mother got my sister's custody. But she doesn't want to live with her." He said, rubbing his forehead. "And I can't drive." He continued in his slow voice, and I let out a sigh.

Everything was progressing and going on the right way but only one thing was not going right and that was Ziven planning to get Felix in his hands. Why Ziven had so much hatred for Felix?? Why did he wanted Felix to die and go meet his parents?? Answer to those were Ziven himself. Ziven was of course the smuggler and leader of the Russian brothers who had pushed him in a very difficult situation by revealing all his information or maybe half of it to The chief. Felix’s father was forced to work with Ziven because Ziven’s men threatened him that he won’t work with them they would kill his family that is Felix and her mother. And the day when his father finally took the courage to leave the he

"Felix, I told you to stay far away from me." He froze in place, still gripping the bag. Fighting to hold back his tears, he asked, "Miranda, you never used to speak to me like this. Do you hate me so much that you would end our child's life, leave me for another man, and tell me to leave?" "End the child's life?" I scoffed. "Felix, do you actually think I was the one who did it?" Felix frowned. "Wasn't it you?" I let out a light laugh and pointed at my flat stomach. "My child was killed by your brother with his own hands."

Three years of different lives and different places and different everything, and our hands had grown into the same shape anyway. Kasey withdrew his hand and straightened. "His features match ours with a statistical precision that rules out coincidence entirely," he said. His voice was very quiet, measured for the room and for the sleeping child and for the adults standing behind us. "He is not a relative. He is a sibling. Specifically a triplet." "I know," I said. "The timeline is consistent. He is the same age as us. The physical markers are identical across all three. The probability of this occurring between non-siblings is effectively zero."

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

Felix and Luna embraced their roles as big siblings with open hearts, showering their new baby sibling with gentle kisses and light touches. I was soon discharged from the hospital and I was so happy to be home again, back to my normal life. As the sun rays filtered through the curtains one day, I watched Felix and Luna, my adorable twins, playing in their make-believe world in the living room. It was moments like these that made my heart swell with immense love and gratitude. I couldn't help but admire how well they had adapted to having a baby sister. At just four years old, they had become amazing helpers, allowing me to focus on nurturing and caring for our newest addition.

“Oh don’t play dumb. The two strongest Alpha’s in the nation are risking literally everything they have today just for the chance to fuck you for the rest of their lives.” I bristled at his words, but chose to ignore them. “And why are you fighting today, Felix? I know it’s not for me, so for what? Power over the packs, control of their numbers and resources?” He shrugs a little. “I suppose that’s why most people would.” He says thoughtfully, looking away like this was the first time he’d considered the question. “But I don’t really have an interest in either of the packs, or their possessions.” He tilts his head to the side a little as he looks at me. “Did you know Killian and Sebastain sha

Soheila concluded because he had been playing with Little Black more often back then. Felix, the Fennec Fox of Zachary grew as well. Felix looked more fierce and cunning, however, it had a jolly attitude when they play. His jolly attitude was different from his fierce and cunning look. His rank level was on par with Vicious. His best friend was Sylvie since Sylvie is a fox as well.

At least I'll be leaving Damien's presence right now. Felix tried to leave, but I called him back. “Sorry to disturb you, Beta Felix, but this is Damien, my brother.” I introduced him. The word ‘brother’ sounded really bitter on my lips, and I hated the fact that I had to address this brute as my brother, but what could I possibly do? “But he doesn't look anything like you or your mother” Beta Felix teased as he stared between my mother and I as if hoping to catch any resemblance between us.

Derrick's name immediately disappeared, and both my name and Felix's appeared in the space instead. That was the end of his presentation. "Look at you, Derrick Hemsworth. You could have picked anyone else to mess with, but you ended up messing with my brother. And to think that it was with such despicable methods too!" Winter stood up after that. Seeing that it was time for a revelation, she slowly turned to address the rest of the room. "Felix is my younger brother. We have the same parents. Understand?" "But… But his last name is Kingston—"