Old Siblings นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was the middle child of my family, and the Omega with the least presence in the entire Blackstone pack. My older sister, Ava Hale, and my younger brother, Jamie Hale, had their birthdays circled in red on the calendar. Our parents always went out of their way to celebrate their birthdays each year. But not a single person in the family remembered my 18th birthday. It was only three days later when Mom, having flipped through the calendar, hurriedly made me a bowl of venison stew in belated realization.

I point out. They look at me, and at least Kylani has a small smile on her face. I can tell that she is depressed. Hell, I can feel it in the strong bond we share. I place an arm around each of their shoulders and pull them against me. To this day, we have no idea who is the oldest. Mom and Aunt Athena, the only two present when we were born, still refuse to tell anyone, even us, who was born first. I believe I am the oldest. I have always been their protector and made sure they were alright. In all honesty, it doesn't matter. No matter what, if someone hurts one of us, the other two are there, and that person is in deep shit. If you hurt my sisters, I will rip you a new one; they wi

After a few drinks, one of the seniors asked, “Odell, I heard you divorced Sylvia again and even let her obtain the rights to the kids? What happened?” Everyone at the table turned to him instantly. Odell put his glass down and said, “Third Grandfather, I’ve agreed to keep the details private, so I can’t reveal too much.” The elderly known as Third Grandfather knew Odell’s temper well enough to know when to stop asking. He sighed and slightly altered the question. “But you can’t just give her the rights to the children. It’s the New Year. All your cousins brought their kids here, and you’re here alone. How lonely is that?”

“This is dangerous, Elara. But if you want to explore… we’ll go slow, on your terms.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest, feeling a strange sense of safety mixed with excitement. “I do want it, both of you. I’m tired of playing it safe.” **** The next morning at breakfast, Mom was her usual cheerful self, completely unaware of the undercurrents. She chatted about a upcoming gala, how happy she was to have a “full family” now. Her words pinched a little, but not enough to stop me. I was still processing my breakup, still angry at my ex for making me feel worthless, but these brothers were helping me heal in the most addictive way possible.

Greeting everyone, Carver introduced, “This is my beautiful husband Oliver and our son Alexander.” A hunchback elder walked up to them and they bowed, “Corbin, your family has grown since the septuplets first birthday and they are all extremely strong, not to mention the Omega’s as well.” “Elder, you give me too much credit, they all grew thanks to their hard work,” Corbin answered respectfully. The elder nodded, “But I am truly sorry for your loss, you have my condolences.” Corbin looked at the elder and smiled weakly, “Elder, thank you again for searching for my son.”

, I said, recalling Oliver’s words. I surely had no idea about my family's past, but Oliver knew everything; he told me that mom’s upbringing was way different from dad's. He used to consider all the supernatural creatures were his enemies while Mom taught Oscar and Owen, her sons from her first marriage, and Oliver, her son from my dad, or say her second marriage, completely different things. In short, both Owen and Oscar were my half brothers. They never got along with dad and his other sons; that was why they kept their distance from us; Mom was the only link because which they were connected to the family.

After graduating from college, I set out to make a new life in Kingshaven with my parents, who had just wrapped up over two decades of teaching in an underserved rural community. To our surprise, as soon as we stepped off the train, we ran straight into Kingshaven’s infamous little tyrant. She clearly had a woman’s appearance, yet she kept insisting she was a man. Of course, I glanced at her a couple of times. “What are you staring at? Never seen a man before? I can’t stand women like you, using your looks to seduce men wherever you go.” We had only just arrived in the capital, so I did not want any trouble. I took my parents by the arm and turned to leave. As I turned, however, she sp

My older brother, Oliver Stewart, and I are twins, but he was born frail and sickly. My parents tell me, "Your mother lavished you with love while you were in the womb and fed you all the nutrients, so we'll now focus on giving Oliver love." And so, Oliver receives all their love since childhood. When we were young, my parents got Oliver the best education. When we become adults, my parents prepare a generous budget for his wedding and later help him raise his children too. One day, my parents—now old and frail—suddenly come looking for me. "We've gone above and beyond for Oliver, so we'll live with you from now on and make things up to you," they say to me. However, I now have a wife

What I hear frightens me, and my mind takes me back in time. Flashback Old Alpha Jack had two sons he loved equally: Ulric, the eldest, and Jackson, the youngest. They never got along. It wasn't so much Ulric's fault, who always did everything to get along with his brother, but the youngest was jealous of everything since they were little pups. When Ulric found his mate at 21, the 19-year-old Jackson was jealous. When Jack announced that he was going to give the Alpha title to Ulric when he turned 22, 20-year-old Jackson hated his father, And when, after four years, he still hadn't found a mate, the hatred for his brother grew as if Ulric was to blame for that too.

Ofelia cradled the cup, spinning it in her hands like she was thinking more than she wanted to admit. “So,” I started, “your brother’s an intense guy.” Her lips curled, faint amusement creeping in. “Ace? He’s been intense since birth. Thinks he’s everyone’s protector, despite having zero clue what he’s doing half the time.” I grinned. “Oldest sibling syndrome.”