Old Siblings Novels & Stories

Making irritable sounds as he chews with his mouth open. Dirty blonde hair, green eyes, shithead boy eyes has been on me all through, even before I glance at his way "I don't want to be left with them, they should go on the honeymoon with their mother for all I care." I growl and Doris gasps at this. That moment I hear the Mckenzie siblings talking to eachother in low voices. Throwing weird glances at my way. Sarah even gives me the middle finger which I gladly return. On seeing this, Dad awkwardly clears his throat.

The Elders are a group of experienced werewolves whose primary goal is to ensure the Alpha's decisions are made with the most knowledge and the pack's best interest in mind. We shared stories from when we were teenagers. He mentioned his beta a lot. They were best friends before they got their titles. He never brought up his mother, and I could tell it was a very touchy subject when I mentioned it. He did let me know she passed away when he was young, and he had no siblings.

Dad said but was interrupted when my brother came in. "Hey guys," Dame said "Hello," they said and Mr.R then said: "Boys introduce yourself," "Hey, I'm Lucas the youngest 17," he said and gave me a hug "You know me I'm the three oldest 18," he said hugging me "You know me as well, I'm second oldest 20," Oscar said to me giving me a small smile "I'm Raphael. the oldest 22" The hot guy said smiling at me before I could say something Ms. Natalia said to her husband

I understood her frustration. The good thing was that an end to our frustration of not seeing each other was in sight. The labour day weekend was coming up in a week and it was time for the annual stallone camping trip. It had been a tradition in my family for as long as I could remember. Every year, we would all go camping during a long weekend. It had started when we were in England but had continued even after we moved to Arizona and still continued when mom and Dad got a divorce. After that, it turned into a bit of a boy’s trip. Dad, Eric and I were close but every year, I felt like those trips brought us closer.

“You are the eldest, you will protect them from those who would seek to corrupt them,” We weren’t like Americans, cousins and siblings were one and the same where I came from, and I was the eldest. I saw to them all, I watched over them, guided them, taught them. Luca was an only child but you’d never know it, as soon as he could manage he was by my side all day every day, where I sent my brother off there was Luca in his place doing the same stupid shit I was doing. Becca would scold us when she’d find us sneaking back in the house, smallest thing but fire like an old Nona.

I’m curious now. “How so?” I ask. He shifts beside me and then wrap my arms around his neck. He leans against my front and then just straightens up his body all across the sofa, his legs hanging off the end because his height is too long for this sofa to handle. He holds onto my hands tightly as he begins to let out some words. “I’m the youngest among the siblings. They say the youngest gets all the attention and love from parents, but I know that only works for three-year-olds. All of my older siblings moved out right before they entered college. Well, the two oldest siblings didn't get that opportunity, and now they're working on things they’ve never loved doing.” He moves closer to my fac

"Mom! Dad!" I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly for the occasion, admiring how they stood together, embodying time and grace. My parents, Isaac and Scarlett Windermere, had aged in the most unusual way, thanks to supernatural genes that gave them a perpetual youthfulness. They looked the same age as when I first took on the village leadership over a decade ago—hovering perfectly in their early sixties, radiating a blend of old-world charm and enduring love.

“And for your information, I wasn’t watching you sleep. I was making sure you were still breathing.” “That’s literally the same thing!” “No, one is creepy, the other is protective brotherhood.” I sat up, my hair probably looking like I’d been electrocuted. “There’s a difference?” “Huge difference. Ask Zane, he’ll explain it to you with charts and graphs.” Oh, right. Because nothing says ‘normal family dynamic’ like the oldest brother creating PowerPoint presentations about appropriate levels of surveillance. Let me back up a bit. Seven years ago, I was ten years old, kneeling next to my parents’ bodies after our pack got wiped out in what the adults liked to call a “territorial dispute.” I c

I watched him carefully, noting the tightening of his jaw, the way his lips pressed into a line as he processed my intentions. “Vanda,” he said quietly, using my name. “What exactly are you planning?” I leaned back in my chair, letting the weight of my decision settle into the room. “The old way,” I said. He knew immediately. Packs bound by Elder Blood don’t rely on phones. They never have. Communication comes through letters, sealed, signed, trusted. My father had taught me that before he died, and the lesson had burned into me: some traditions endure because forgetting them is fatal.

"No one was around to protect me back then, so I had no choice but to let you bully me. Things have changed between us now. It doesn't matter who your husband will be in the future. He'll only love me." With that, the three laughed happily. However, there was one thing they forgot. Ryan and Luke were not the only Sinclairs in their generation. They had another older brother who had long been forgotten—Cole. It finally felt like my life had gotten on the right track after I got out of Cole's car.