Older Brothers Younger Sisters Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said fiercely, pushing her chestnut hair away from her eyes, "I should've just died together with dad..." "Your father already left us, he left me with all of you and he's not coming back, he is already dead," countered Mother, ignoring sister Hanna's angry stare, "Don't make me repeat myself, go back to your room." "Ugh, this is useless, Margo, Serine, come with me," Hanna pulled us towards the door. Margo is my other older sister who is barely a year older and while I'm the youngest daughter, sister Hanna is the oldest of us. Mother didn't feel threatened by sister Hanna's attempt to leave and just began emptying the dishwasher, putting plates and glasses away in the drying rack.

“My parents were taken from me at a tender age, I was just a little girl, but my baby sisters… they were only toddlers.” His bushy eyebrows knitted together as his mind ran over her words. Baby sisters she had said. “Baby sisters?” He repeated. She nodded. “We were five, I have an older brother, followed by Demilola, I’m the middle child, and we have two younger sisters. They were raised by my maternal grandaunt; and Demi, Casey, and I practically raised each other, we took care of each other until Casey left a few years ago. You don’t get it, that entire operation you carried out tore my family, it destroyed my family.”

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 same anger, pain and hurt swirled in his eyes just like every other man in this household held. Once the youngest twins had said, 'you won't take the place of our dead sister.' Was this the reason they hated me? but... even if she was alive or not, I still wouldn't take her precious place because I know that I wouldn't be able to stand their love. They might get hurt or inreturn hurt me after the truth is revealed. For older brothers, their younger sisters are the most beautiful thing in the world and specially if there is only one girl between several men. They just want to protect the girl from every bad evil.

"What about your other children?" "Your oldest brother is two years younger than you and he will be taking over for me one day and your next brother is a year younger than him and will be his right-hand man and your sister is only ten. She was a surprise, but I know that she would love to meet you. She needs more women in her life."

He said, “But as I got older, I saw and learned how to treat a mate because of my father. He’s an excellent father to me and my siblings.” “How many siblings do you have?” I asked. “I’m the oldest of five.” He said, “There’s me and my twin, Reid. Then my kid sister, Rory, even though we are only eight months older than her, then the youngest is Adrian and Isaiah, they are also twins.” “You are only eight months older than your sister?”

I’m the eighth child and currently the only daughter left in the midst of these rowdy boys. “Heather can you pass the jug over?” Yohan is my immediate older brother and is three years older than I am. Our eldest siblings are Marian and Marina, who are not living with us anymore and are with their mates. Next is Hardin, who took over the alpha position from Dad a few years back. Then the triplets, Harrison, Hayes and Harlow. Hayes is an angel and the other two… annoying demons. Yohan follows next and there’s me, Zachery and our sweet little seven year old, Weslee. Crazy as we are, they’re my greatest treasures.

I knew that this girl held grudges, but she still had a kind of tangled feeling towards Matthew. "Will I have many brothers and sisters?" Her mind was very active, and she jumped back to the topic of siblings. "Yes, there will be many! From Auntie Ivanna's family, Auntie Lauren's family, and in the future, from Uncle Arnold & Ardie's family. Just think about it, you're the oldest sister!" Sure enough, this hit the mark. She suddenly became happy. She sat up and looked at me with her big eyes, unable to hide her excitement.

Makayla teased, nudging me. I frowned at the mention of his brothers. “He has three, and they are dicks. Married dicks but still dicks. He’s the oldest of four, and each has been shitty to him. The one next in line is an asshole to him because, in high school, Don dated his now wife.” I rolled my eyes. “Aw, well, I don’t want that one. Who needs an insecure man like that?” Makayla snorted. “Yeah. The middle brother sided with the youngest despite being so obviously wrong. Hell, that whole family can get fucked for siding with the youngest over Don.” I snorted, getting angry just thinking about it.

I say, rethinking the evening I had planned which included me and Cyra naked and sweaty in one of our beds. “And finally, it appears that your family has quite the group of intelligent warriors. Are there anymore like you back home?” she asks. For a moment, I think that she’s joking, but since she doesn’t smile, I take her question seriously. “I have two more sisters and a brother who are still too young to have considered the Academy. My youngest brother and sister are twins, just like my older brother and sister.”