Real Sister Brother Novels & Stories

“I promise. Please, big brother. Trust me.” The words shattered the wall Alaric had built around himself and his tears fell freely down his cheeks. ‘Big brother.’ He hadn’t heard those words in centuries. When he met Ron again in this life, he had longed to tell him his true identity. To tell him that they were related but he couldn't bring himself to do it because Ron had a family of his own. He had a father, a mother who loves him to death and even a sister. He didn't see where he fit in all that and besides, they weren't really his parents so he said nothing. Content to just watch his little brother live his life, finally be happy.

he pointed, "— I went to choose it with her. It just ended up on your hand." My tears hit the floor. Mom rushed the steps and grabbed Vivien's wrist. Her voice shook. "Have you lost your mind? She's your sister." Vivien pulled her hand away and let out a short, cold laugh. "Sister? She took my life from me for twenty-six years, Mom. I'm just taking it back." "Don't forget — she was the baby the hospital handed to the wrong family. She's the impostor." Vivien's words dug in, clean as a blade.

"Don't look at me like that. The whole league can see it. Just do not let it blow up in our faces." I want to tell him it already has. That evening, my phone buzzes with a text from Sophie. *Claire says Ryan has been asking a lot of questions about us. Be careful. He is up to something.* A cold, familiar dread settles into my stomach. My brother does not just ask questions. He plans. I type back quickly. *What kind of questions?* *I don't know yet.* I stare at the screen for a long moment before I type the only honest thing I have said all week. *Are we really still pretending this is fake? Because I don't think I can anymore.*

NATALIE The next morning, I woke up to nothing but news about Adrian and Serena. They were all over the internet, all in my eyes as I gazed at the screen of my phone. Over and over again, I scrolled through the comments, angry at the people who didn't know anything about a man who had claimed to be single all his life. Yet married. To me! In anger, I shoved the duvet to the side of the bed. Standing on my feet, I made up my mind to concentrate on what was there to do.

Their father followed behind her and brought her here, away from everything and everyone. When his sister found out that she is not a bastard and George and Mary Smith are her birth parents, she was elated. She wanted to share it with her husband. But fate has another thing planned. They saw Damien Bishop walking inside the Bishop mansion with another woman. The way she was leaning into him was intimate and she was barely dressed. That broke his sister's heart.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Winona gently pressed his hands and smiled. He could tell it was a genuine smile. Perhaps she was telling the truth. “Can you tell me who I really am?” “Alejandro Villamar Jr., that’s your real name. You’re the first-born of a business tycoon. You have a very influential family. You have a wife, Katherine Concepcion. I don’t really know much about her, except that you kept your relationship a secret to the public. And oh, you have a brother, who’s also my friend. His name’s Fernan—”

I just shook my head and let them help, and while working, I couldn't help but notice that someone was missing. "Where's your little angel?" I asked when I didn't see Bran-bran. Ram gave his son the nickname "Bran-bran," but his real name is Brandon Kiel Santiago, and I am one of his godmothers. "He's with his uncle and auntie. You know how much they adore our son, I mean, who wouldn't adore such a handsome man," he said sounding so proud, and I couldn't agree more. "You're bragging about our son again," Atilla murmured, yet I could hear the pride in her voice.

“But you need to know the truth. Because nothing , nothing is what it seems.” I leaned back, arms folded tightly across my chest. “Go on.” He nodded, as if bracing himself. Then the words came, steady, deliberate, like a confession too long rehearsed. “My real name is Edward Kingston. I’m Ethan’s brother.” The air left my lungs. I blinked, stunned, trying to stitch that sentence into sense. “What?” “Yes.” His lips pressed together. “We’re brothers. Ethan and I.” I shook my head slowly, struggling to form a response. He continued

How could he tell them the truth? "Do you know them?" He asked Adriel too and Adriel mirrored their response, claiming the same lack of familiarity although he was telling the truth. He never met them. Their uncle's gaze shifted between the two of them. "Luke, this is Adriel, your elder brother. Your stepbrother," he stated. As the words left the uncle's mouth, Luke's jaw clenched visibly, and Sienna's complexion paled once more. The magnitude of the revelation was staggering, an unexpected twist that none of them could have anticipated.