Keith Urban Siblings Novels & Stories

Keith asked, causing me to growl. "I don't know." "Blake," Keith started to say but I cut him off. "Can you have Carrie sit in here with her until she wakes up? I need to go for a run," I said "Sure," Keith replied. Carrie was one of Keith's eighteen-year-old sisters. He had two of them: Carrie and Sherrie. They were complete opposites. Carrie was a caring and loving person. She tried to be kind to everyone, but Sherrie was mean to everyone, and she had a crush on me. I saw both of them as my little sisters.

King Izzoth killed all of them too. It didn’t take them long to start giving me siblings either. I’m eighteen and I have seven siblings! I have twin brothers, Caleb and Kurt, who are seventeen, a sister, Luna, who is sixteen, a sister, Nikina (we call her Niki), who is fifteen, and the triplets (Jack, Josh, and Brianda) are thirteen. I love every single one of them and I wouldn’t trade them for the world. I got to grow up with all these people, and I feel privileged for it. We are a real family. I was always very aware that I was adopted, because my mom and dad always told me the story of how brave and determined my biological mother was. But the prefix “step” was never in our vocabulary. We

Unis, Keith’s uncle and his late mother’s elder brother, smiled widely, as if he wasn't the primary architect of the prince’s shattered psyche. 'I want to kill him,' was the only thought going through Keith's mind at that moment.

Keith swept his eyes at Zivon’s cold and gloomy face and replied gently and courteously, “Love is about destiny. I didn’t consider other factors when I went out with Xavia. However, I do feel that since my sister-in-law and Xavia are sisters, it would be much easier for them to get along if they married into the Burton family. What do you think, Uncle Zivon?” Keith faintly turned the question toward Zivon Burton as if he was just asking him a simple question that had no underlying meaning. Nathan, who stood aside, shivered in fear.

"We are just going to stay here and be quiet for a little while, okay?" "Where is our Mommy?" Keith suddenly asked. I knelt down, placing a comforting hand on Keith's shoulder. "Mommy is going to come back to you," I said, trying to keep my tone light. “But right now, I need you and your sister to stay here with Auntie, alright?” Keith nodded slowly, his eyes filled with a wisdom beyond his years. "Okay," he said, his small hand reaching out to hold mine. "We'll be good, I promise."

He stopped when he noticed Keith standing between them, his gaze moving over the boy before lifting back to their faces. Asher shifted slightly. “Henry, this is Keith. He lives with us now.” He rested a hand at Keith’s shoulder, grounding him. “He is your new brother. He is ten.” Henry let out a short breath and looked between them. “You are joking,” he said, though no humor touched his face. For a moment he said nothing, his cold stare settling on Keith, then flicking back to Caleb and Asher. Caleb met Asher’s eyes, then looked back at Henry, the message clear in the silence.

Keith returned to mingling into the crowd of people parties, still finding that Marie was strangely able to keep up with the conversation his parents always managed to bore him, but not with Marie. His eyes returned to their task of searching for Caleb's whereabouts near the glass door connected to the back garden, which was also busy and crowded. No need to wait too long for him to find the whereabouts of his younger brother, who apparently brought his friends to the house — including Thomas. As soon as he called out his younger brother's name, his younger brother immediately distracted himself from his friends and jumped into his arms as soon as he spread his arms, welcoming his little bro

he answered. Keith pouted. “I heard Uncle Rylan can’t come.” His father replied a nod and whispered back to the kid’s ears. “Because your Aunt Sydney’s giving birth.” “Will it be a girl?” “I don’t know.” “I wanted to.” To his son’s answer, Zaetron lifted a brow at him. “Uhuh? What’s the reason?” he asked doubtingly. Keith formed an innocent smile and looked at him. “I wanted to know what it feels like to have a sister like you and Aunt Nevaeh.”

he replies. That must be nice…I’ve never been close with my parents. In fact, I think they resented me from the day I was born, and the feeling became mutual over the years. But I would never tell that to Keith…only Jean really knows the truth. However, Keith also doesn’t ask about my parents in return - perhaps out of respect. “Do you have any siblings?” I eventually ask, pulling myself out of my thoughts. Now Keith shakes his head. “I don’t,” he says. “But I always had a few close friends - I considered them to be my brothers.”