Seventeen Siblings Novels & Stories

Victoria went straight to bed. I sat on the couch. The flames flickered. The wood popped. Liam sat next to me. His hand found mine. "Seven siblings," he said. "A few months ago, I did not know any of them existed." "Now you have a family." "A messy one." "The best kind." He kissed my forehead. "What happens now? We found everyone. We told the truth. What comes next?" I thought about it. The folder was empty. The names were crossed off. The calls were made.

All in all I couldn't be happier with our family and our bundles of joy. (Time jump: 13 years) Today we're having a ball at the castle. We are celebrating our four oldest turning 17. It's crazy how they were just babies not even yesterday. At 17 they could possibly find their mates. If they each have a mate than the guys and I have decided that one will be King of the werewolves, one will be king of the vampires, one will be king of the witches, and the other will be king of all supernatural creatures. My fingers are crossed that their mates are kind and loving. All twelve of my oldest children are teenagers. Obviously, as I pointed out my four oldest are 17. My four oldest girls are 16. I c

I smiled, “They are all waiting inside to meet you. Please go on in. Once everyone is in, we will show you to your rooms.” The ladies walked in and three younger teenagers walked up to us. Sebastian smiled, “Renee, Ryan, and Robert, this is my mate, Adele. Adele, these are my younger siblings.” I asked, “How old are you?” Renee, the only female, replied, “We are thirteen. It’s very nice to meet you. Mom and dad have said some good things about you.” I smiled, “It’s nice to meet you too. I have two younger sisters who are very close to your age. Go on in. They are in there.” The triplets walked in and I asked, “So your quad was the only set of multiples who didn’t have names starting with the

I shared my crabbing on the pier stories with him, including the way my sister would name and play with the crabs we caught, but never had a problem putting the crabs in the boiling pot of water when it came. “Holy s-,” he held his hand to his chest, “Your sister is brutal! What was she, like 5?” “Something like that, six or seven I think,” I stop in thought, “well right before seven anyway. We were seven and eleven years old when our parents separated. I remember because we always said we were Team 7-11 that summer.”

"Really. It's lonely being an only child. You have five siblings, right?" "Yes, and they're a pain in the ass." Despite his words, she could tell he said that with affection. "I'm in the middle: two older brothers, and then two younger sisters and one younger brother." "What was it like, having that many siblings?" "Loud." He smiled, remembering. "Crazy. You never had any privacy. Me, Harrison and Caleb were always wrestling and getting into trouble, and then Seth joined us when he was older. The girls got into their own kind of trouble, although Lizzie would wrestle with us and then scream and cry when she lost. She was a brat." He smiled fondly.

Furthermore, that place was so desolate that it was even more difficult to investigate. “Is sister Alicia the most important person Mr. Seventeen looking for?” Adrian asked. Adrian and Seventeen had been together for a long time. Sometimes, he could see what was in Seventeen’s heart on his face. When Stella heard Adrian’s address, the expression on her face changed slightly. If Alicia was the most important person for Seventeen, it meant that they were likely to be a couple. Adrian called him Uncle Seventeen, but was it good for him to call Alicia ‘sister’?

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

She felt as if they were almost competing with each other and it’s becoming unhealthy for their budding friendship. Ebony stopped for a moment before she smiled. Put her fork down and the with a half chuckle she said. “Oh, you’ll love my youngest sister for drama. She’s slower in developing and we’re worried she may be the most powerful of all my siblings. But if you hear her, she’s the failure of the family. Which she’s not.” Ebony gave Marian an exasperated but amused look. “How many siblings do you have?” Marian asked. Ebony looked almost apologetic as she said. “Seven.”

“Cut the bullshit, Roman. Just tell me already.” I sigh. “Eight.” She shoots upright like someone zapped her. “What? You have six other siblings besides Ryan and Reese?” Her voice jumps an octave. “What the actual—?” I run a hand through my hair, wishing this wasn’t the kind of conversation that needed to happen like this. “Yes. That’s why I wanted you to see for yourself. It’s… a lot to take in.” “A lot?” she repeats, stunned. “Roman, this is madness. How do all of you live under the same roof without killing each other? I grew up with just Chloe and Alyssa and we practically declared war daily. How do eight of you not rip each other’s hair out?”

King Izzoth killed all of them too. It didn’t take them long to start giving me siblings either. I’m eighteen and I have seven siblings! I have twin brothers, Caleb and Kurt, who are seventeen, a sister, Luna, who is sixteen, a sister, Nikina (we call her Niki), who is fifteen, and the triplets (Jack, Josh, and Brianda) are thirteen. I love every single one of them and I wouldn’t trade them for the world. I got to grow up with all these people, and I feel privileged for it. We are a real family. I was always very aware that I was adopted, because my mom and dad always told me the story of how brave and determined my biological mother was. But the prefix “step” was never in our vocabulary. We