Old Siblings Novels & Stories

“My big baby and my little baby are home! Come give Grandma a hug!” I smiled and sat beside her. “Grandma, who’s the big baby and who’s the little baby?” “You’re the big baby, and Little One’s the little baby.” “Then Grandma’s the old baby?” “What kind of old baby is Grandma?” “The best kind! As the saying goes, an old person in the family is a treasure. Grandma’s our family’s real treasure.” I said, hugging her arm and shaking it playfully.

Outside Willow & Ink, Lena lingered near the chalkboard sign. “Well?” she demanded. “Well what?” “Does he have a tragic backstory?” “Yes.” Lena gasped. “Of course he does.” Alex stood slightly apart, watching the river again. “You seem drawn to it,” Clara said. “I grew up near water.” “So did I.” He turned slowly. “What was your brother’s name?” The question came so suddenly she nearly stumbled. “I didn’t mention—” “You said someone had to stay,” he replied gently. “That implies someone left.”

The Black family estate had become a living tapestry of generations, where the past, present, and future wove together seamlessly. Isabella, at five years old, had developed a fierce curiosity and a sharp mind that often left her parents and great-grandparents both amused and impressed. Alex, three, followed his sister everywhere with boundless energy, while baby Sophia, now one, was beginning to take her first tentative steps, filling the mansion with her delighted squeals.

She loves her children, but she is indifferent to my father, which breaks my heart. I have four siblings: Lindie, Askook, Orson, and Bjorn. Lindie and Askook are snake cubs, while Orson and Bjorn are bear cubs. My older sister, Lindie, is my only sister. She and older brother Orson hatch three years before me, while brothers Askook and Bjorn are one year older than me. There are two more eggs to be hatched; their genders are yet to be known, but most probably they will be males since females are rare.

the elders we're also astonished by the sight unable to talk . the earth suddenly rumbled and it cracked open and Olivia body fell in and it zapped close producing a loud Thud. " hey guys what just happened " I ask the 2 last surviving elders " the..the.. ancestors took her body "one said shakily . " wow the ancestors are crueller than I expected "I mumbled " that was no fun " Lenny chirped in . "please let us go am begging you " elder Alisa said helplessly and Lenny rolled her eyes .

“I’m fifteen years old. I won’t figure out who my mate is until I turn eighteen, but if Jenny doesn’t turn out to be my mate, then I don’t know if I want to marry her...” “Oh,” I ponder on his words, annoyed by one of his first sentences. “My sister isn’t a tyrannical leader...” Jenny was always sweet in the past, never mean. I can’t imagine her being an evil leader. Her favorite hobby was knitting. Before she left us for the surface, she made me a sweater. I haven’t worn it once, afraid to dirty the only item she left behind. Anyway, the point is Jenny was kind and way too old for her actual age. She behaved like someone’s sweet grandma.

Mia's POV: "Oh, Mia. That's a bad thing to say when you're meeting someone for the first time. This is Liam, Luis, and Leon Oscar. Leon is the oldest of the triplets and Alpha David's firstborn son, while Luis is the second, and Liam is the last born. They're popularly called Triple L. Unfortunately, their mother, Luna Esther, died after their birth. They're our upcoming Alphas," Mom said, smiling as she introduced the triplet bad boys to me. However, I glared at them.

Olivia chipped in, sending a flare of irritation through me. I don’t know why, but there was something about this woman that gave me the creeps. She always had that creepy smile on her face that made her look like the clown in the movie, Joker. “Son, I think Richard really wants to get along with you. Why don’t you give him a chance? Please, do it for your old man’s sake. I’ll die a happy man to see you two working together as brothers should. I’ve already lost my first grandson, Elias… he might be sentenced to death in prison, I don't want to lose you two too,” Dad said, his words making me feel bad for him.

Zoe offered with a soft laugh. Behind Viggo, I saw the rest of their brood. Our other niece, twelve-year-old Aurora, looked about as excited as I expected from a tween phone in hand, rolling her eyes at her younger siblings’ antics. Our fourteen-year-old nephew Ripley looked in the same boat as he was more focused on his phone than what was happening around him. And then there was Edith’s oldest, eighteen-year-old Oliver. He was a younger version of his dad, except his blonde locks were kept long. “Hello, Onkel Gunnar and Onkel Henrik. It’s nice to meet you, Tante Zoe.” Oliver at least greeted us with a polite bow.

“What even happened?” “I showed Dad the evidence, but he told me I faked it.” I let out a heavy sigh, the memory leaving a sour taste in my mouth. Slowly, I pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek, replaying the moment my father slapped me and the anger that flashed in his eyes. Even now, I still struggled to understand how everything between us had changed so quickly, years of being a family swallowed up as if they’d never mattered at all. “He’s completely brainwashed,” Rowan said, his gaze never leaving the road ahead. “Your stepmother has a talent, huh? Reminds me of Austin’s mother.”