Like Brother Like Sister Novels & Stories

I hope the seasons magic don't skip me. *************************************** Complement of the season to you all and a happy new year in advance❤️. We have just two more chapter to complete "LIKE A BROTHER". I hope you are excited. I hope we have our own mantras we use to remind ourselves that life is worth living or something to always hold unto when things gets hard. Cause believe it or not, the hurdles will eventually pass. Thanks for reading and don't forget to drop a vote❤️.

I саn’t hеlр lаughіng. The twо of thеm are classic brоthеr and sister material. They’re physically ѕіmіlаr, and ѕhаrе fасіаl еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ аnd bоdу language, but іn еvеrу оthеr wау, thеу’rе dіffеrеnt.

They weren’t worth my attention, let alone my emotions, after all the things they had done to me. “Good evening, Alpha Bastian,” my brother said, his voice almost too polite, but his eyes flicked to mine and I could feel the mocking in his gaze. He didn’t even need to say anything for the contempt to pour off him in waves. “I didn’t expect you’d bring my sister here. Aren’t you worried she’ll embarrass you?” The words came out sharp, but Alpha Bastian didn’t hesitate. “Why would she embarrass me? Shouldn’t you be the one feeling that? Considering you basically sold her out?” His reply cut through the tension, his eyes locked on Ryan and Ezekiel.

“This is my sister, Kayla.” Kayla looked a lot like her brother. And I mean, a lot. I looked a little like my siblings, but mostly like Brock, so people figured out we were related, but Kayla was the feminine version of Alex and she was beautiful. Long blonde hair, the same blue eyes as her brother, and she was tall and slim… model slim. Her hair was bigger than I was used to and her makeup was heavier, but she was gorgeous. I shook her hand and smiled.

She snapped at her twin brother, Mason, who only opened the door wider when he heard his sister's words. "What's going on here? I heard a bang." He said and scanned his eyes over the room until they landed on Ava, on the floor. His eyes flash with amusement and Ava grits her teeth. "What are you doing on the floor, Moon?" Ava narrowed her eyes on his face and glared. She hated that asshat, and she loathed that nickname he gave to her when they were younger, back when she had that obsession with the moon . While Ava got along with his sister, she could never see eye to eye with Mason. They hated each other, it was that simple.

And that he's become a changed person like his brother. The truth is, he never wanted to be anything like his brother at all. They were after all, like black and water, like fire and ice, like oil and water, they never mix well or got along, so opposite. He hated his brother like how his brother hated him. Well, his brother probably hated him even more.

His face blurred in my vision. "You want to have us both?" He shook his head. "Grace, Carrie is your sister. I treat her like a sister. There's nothing between us—just sibling affection. She needs me right now." I let out a quiet laugh. A moment ago, in front of all our friends and family, he had held her in his arms, kissed her like she was the love of his life. And now he was telling me they were just siblings? What kind of brother would kiss his sister like that?

I wonder if he even noticed how hollow she looked last week when we met for brunch, like she was slipping away piece by piece while smiling for the cameras. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t care enough to ask. Now I do because this affects the narrative—The merger, press, and the damn wedding. Somewhere under the irritation, something stirs. A memory, sharp and unwelcomed. “You can’t control people forever, Damien.” My brother’s voice, from years ago. Luca, the storm I buried after he walked away and never looked back. I shake the thought off like ash from a dying flame. Selena’s not like the others, she’s not reckless. She’s quiet and she obeys. So why run now? Why with only days left?

Miss Odessa was quite stubborn and I could tell, so I decided to ask her sister for help. Evangeline, Odessa's sister, had bright blonde curly hair that matched her lashes and light blue eyes. Her skin was pale and she had some freckles scattered around her cheeks. It was like staring into the sun when talking to her, and as expected, her bubbly character matched her bright ethereal appearance. It was like these sisters were descendants of gods. “Good day miss” “Oh good morning Mr man my sister is working with” she said, squinting like she was trying to remember my name.

With a sad expression on his face, he raised his eyes to Luna. "third sister in law , I can accept life and death due to natural and man-made disasters, but I can't bear this kind of deliberate killing." Luna nodded, "I can understand your mood." Benjeming Waltson slumped his head weakly, "third sister in law , you can't feel the same way, because you haven't seen my elder brother, and you don’t know how good my elder brother is. Before coming to school, I went to meet my third brother truth about my elder brother. I can feel that my third brother is no better than me now, and he is also strong."