Handsome Siblings 1992 Novels & Stories

"Hi." "Evan! Anita! We're taking photos, both of you come here!" We both looked up at Brenda's call. She was grin-ning widely, standing next to Dad who had an arm around her, waving at us through the crowd. I was reluc-tant, but I let Anita go as we both went forward. Now wasn't the time to be having a heart to heart. Chanel, re-fusing to be left out, attached herself again to my arm. My sister was there, too, and we all went for the photos.

“I said that too. And then I said if I ran faster my hair would get even more cinematic and Handsome Uncle said was that a threat or a plan.” I picked up my glass of water and took a small sip that did absolutely nothing to help. That name came out of my daughter’s mouth again so easily. Handsome Uncle. Handsome Uncle. Handsome Uncle. Adrian, the man who officially belonged in our lives, was just sitting inside a screen that sometimes lagged enough to make his mouth and voice miss each other by half a second. “Uncle Sebastian said that?” he asked warmly. “Mm-hm.” Poppy nodded. “But I like Handsome Uncle better. Because that’s his brand.”

My fist rams into his face, rocking his head backwards into the wood. “Is that all you've got?” He smirks through the crimson shooting down his nose. “Oh, I've got more, father. So much more.” My fist draws back again, bruised but not broken. Not yet. “What's going on in there!” Sloane’s voice shakes on the other side, knuckles rapping against the door. “You want to…tell your wife how good you fucked your stepsister?” his breath rattles. “Does it match up to the way you fucked her?”

There was something absentminded about the way he did it, like he didn’t need to think about where they went or how they moved. Her stomach tightened before she could stop it, and she frowned slightly, annoyed at herself. It was strange how people could resemble each other so closely, how features repeated themselves in ways that felt almost intentional. His hands reminded her of her brother’s, not identical, but close enough to make her chest feel oddly tight, like a memory she hadn’t asked for pressing forward. It was unsettling. Familiar in the wrong way. “So,” Adrian said, already stepping back, clearly finished. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

For a moment I could see the way he contemplated on doing what was in his mind to do next . I didn’t know but whatever it was , I didn't want him to do it . I didn’t want him to do it but now or ever but I couldn’t tell him to stop , I was here , there was no going back with what he wanted . Nate swam towards me and getting to where I was he pulled my hair that was scattered all over my face advise and then smiled as he pulled my face to look at him . “ I’m going to be nice to you for the whole day , maybe to make up for hitting you, you are my little sister and I shouldn’t be treating you like that or what do you say ?” He asked me, smiling as he looked at me again .

“I have skills you could never hope to obtain.” While Mark scoffed at his little brother, I took in their similarities. They both had a darker olive complexion. But where Brian was bulky brute strength, Mark was built with leaner muscles honed from his nights running and the gym. Their flashing white smiles were eerily similar, as was the cut of their jawline. Both were extremely handsome men. I couldn’t help but be happy that these two had been able to carve out a sibling relationship despite the fact that their father refused to acknowledge Brian.

I wanted to speak and scream, asking what was happening, but I realized I couldn't, my whole body just submitted to his order. I watched him fill up the glass, and gulped all into his mouth. Silence filled the entire room for a moment until he spoke up. ''I believe you've gotten your wolf, and she has told you we are mate.'' He muttered nonchalantly. ''So you knew?'' I asked stunned and got an angry scoff from him. ''How is this possible, We are half siblings, this can't be possible.'' I spoke in panic while holding his gaze, but rather he scoffed and stood to his feet while I did the same.

Eliza looked at her with a cold and indifferent expression. "Come on Eliza, don't give me a cold shoulder, we are sisters after all." "Oh." Eliza casually took a sip of her coffee and then she scoffed, "I don't have and would never have such a shameless sister who would sleep with her brother-in-law." Nicole, not only was she not ashamed, she even smiled proudly and provocatively: "You are not charming enough to win the way to a man's heart. You can't blame me for that."

In this life, I would make Andon watch as I became his sister-in-law. Early the next morning, I walked out of the east wing. I was a little pale, as I had not slept for the entire night. I walked over to the entrance of the main wing and bumped into Andon and Sasha. He was awake, and Sasha was holding on to his arm affectionately. There was a smug look in her eyes. She was startled when she saw me, but she immediately flashed me a disdainful smile. "Well, if it isn't our benefactor. It's only been a night since we met. Why does your complexion look so terrible?"

"Sylvia Hayes, you can't be serious!" My sister, Sylvia, stood up from the wooden stool, her expression firm and serious. "I'm not marrying Captain Zephyr Smith. His heart already belongs to someone else! Even if I marry into the Smith family, I might warm his bed, but I'll never win his heart!" Our dad slammed his hand on the table in anger. "We already accepted the engagement gifts and set the date, and word has already gone out to the whole community. How can you just back out now?!"