Long Lost Siblings Novels & Stories

Her long lost brother appeared behind Celsa out of nowhere giving Celea a fright " Holly crap! Can't you come like a normal person? Why do you feel the need to sneak up on people " Said Celea holding her poor heard " Well I'm not a normal person and neither are you dear sister " Well he was right about that " But what are you looking for sis ? " He asked " a book " She replied " Was that book worth coming to hell ? " He asked again " More than you think dear brother " Celea said with empty eyes The long lost brother saw the sorrow in her eyes

I felt strange and didn't recognize them at all. “We are your brothers, and we are twins. We are Alden and Aldan ...," they said, pointing one by one the names and people with those names. I was still confused about how to digest it, but I didn't argue or interrupt their words. “You are our long lost little sister, Rose. It's natural that you don't remember us. From the information we got before we managed to find you, you had an accident and caused you to lose your memory. Is that true?”

That morning, the brothers decided to have breakfast together and Aiden said “Dad hasn't been happy in many years now because of our sister's disappearance. Are we going to watch dad keep drooling on in sadness?” “We've tried all these years Aiden, you know we've done all we could. We just couldn't find Ivara. What if she's no more?” Charles, the youngest among the siblings insinuated. “I won't accept the fact that Ivara is dead or we can't find her. We'll keep searching for her until we find her. It's been years, we don't know what she looks like except that she's our sister, no matter how she now looks” Nathan suggested.

Please verify user. ... My body went weightless. I was floating. I drifted through the solid oak door and into the blazing light of the grand hall's crystal chandeliers. Powerful allies. Rival bosses. All eyes were on the bio-watch ticking down on Vivian's wrist. Countdown: 03:15:22. They all believed my twin sister, Vivian, would be dead by the end of the night. My father, Marcello, and my mother, Valeria, held her close.

The estrangement between herself and her elder sister was something that had created a very big scar in her heart. "So, I was sitting by myself, when I saw two brothers playing. I watched them for a long while and then, I decided to approach them and play with them instead. When I got closer to them and touched one, he behaved weirdly. I was surprised. But later on, he told me he was allergic to touch. We became friends and played together on every weekend. Until suddenly, they never came to the Children's Park again. I don't know why. Ever since then, I've never seen them again. I miss my elder brothers." Kelsa said with a touch of sadness in her eyes.

My twin sister, Vivian Hall and I were inseparable. Then she died. Three months later, I married her husband, Lawrence Peterson. For five years, he only touched me once a year, on our birthday. He made me wear her silk nightgowns. He made me put on her signature red lipstick. He forced me to mimic every detail, from the exact way she brushed back her hair to the soft sound of her voice in the dark. "Lift the corners of your lips," he whispered against my skin, his breath burning hot, his words ice cold. "Vivian never smiled so cheaply." He pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck. "Do you know why I only touch you tonight?" he breathed. "Because tonight is the only night I

“An elder brother. He’s in Asia. He’s been there ever since your father died eight years ago. He doesn’t really keep in touch.” “Hmm…” I murmured, but I felt uneasy about it. I knew what sibling love was supposed to feel like the bond, the memory of it but nothing stirred. I knew deep down that I didn’t actually have any sibling love, what she said was true, at least one thing she have said since sounded true. But there was a different ache, a missing piece, a kind of love I couldn’t place but felt certain I had lost. Something beautiful. Something important. Who had shown me that much love? I knew it wasn’t her, definitely not.

216 "Kyle, while growing up we wanted you with us. But mom, she told us you're not from our family. She always made us feel like you're an outsider." Pause. "But you know, all these months I stayed away, I realized that having siblings— Elder brothers, especially, is a blessing. And I came today because I want to be a part of your happy little world like Kevin and dad. I don't want to end up dying alone on a death bed, because I can see that's how mom's future is going to be."

Each one of them had that kind of presence you only see in glossy magazine covers—their suits were adorably fitted and their hair styled like it had been blessed by Hollywood itself. The cheers rose, bouncing off the gym walls. Tricia, especially, was impossible to ignore. She was bouncing in her seat like a toddler on a codeine diet. Her squeals pierced the air, her hands clutching her chest dramatically. And I am quite sure that if someone handed her a fan right then, she would have fainted into it. When the noise simmered down, the tallest of the brothers stepped forward, his voice smooth but heavy with meaning. “I know you all must be wondering why we chose to come here. Fifteen years ag

I was separated from my parents when I was young and grew up in foster care. I don't pick up on hints. I say what I mean. At boarding school, an older girl shoved contraband tobacco into my drawer. "Keep it in here for now. They won't expel an underclassman." I turned around, walked to the headmaster's office, and reported her. Later, when I was working at a fast-food place, my shift lead handed me spoiled cheese. "Slip it into a burger before anyone notices. It won't kill them." I shoved the cheese straight into his mouth. "If it won't kill anyone, why aren't you eating it?" Then, when I was twenty, my birth parents brought me back to the Warren estate and later threw me a belated homecomin