Sibling Complex Novels & Stories

' Although she was disappointed, she obeyed and lowered herself onto the chair, pouting up a storm. Jack cleared his throat. "Um, let's talk about us." Briana sighed heavily. From the moment he called her sister, it was obvious that his memory hadn't returned yet. Her face softened as she looked at him. "You have something to ask me?" "Sis, listen carefully. Although I have forgotten about you and our relationship, I will never disown my son. I will support you financially, but we can't become a couple yet because, first and foremost, we are stepsiblings, and that would be awkward if we started getting lovey-dovey with each other in front of our parents, right?" Jack expects her to agree to

“What do you mean?” Ivanka smiled. “Grandma, sometimes having too many children isn’t a good thing. Siblings born from the same parents differ from each other. Some are good and some are bad. Let me make an example. Remember, it’s just an example, Grandma. Don’t think much of it, okay? What if Uncle Robert and Mr. Barkworth grew up together, and one of them was tempted by evil, or for some other reason, they fought? How can you, as a mother, not feel worried about them? “But it’s not the case now. Uncle Robert has been reincarnated, and the brothers have become father and son. They won’t have any form of competition or be wary of each other due to their personal interests. Isn’t that a good

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.

Like, with a capital S and bold font. "We’re step-siblings," I reminded her, trying to hang on to logic. "As in siblings by marriage. As in we live in the same house. That would be weird...and gross, right? Just... no." "Uh-huh. Right. Totally impossible," she nodded exaggeratedly, sarcasm dripping from her words, making me want to throw cookies at her. "Just like how it was impossible for Frank to like you. And then impossible for you to be in a relationship with Frank. Now it’s like you guys are basically the main characters in a slow burn romance."

His shoulders bounced violently as he tried—and failed—to contain himself. Hans, meanwhile, had not moved. He stared blankly at our son, processing. “You… want a sibling.” Johanis nodded eagerly. “Yup! Right now Alpha, please.” Hans coughed. “That’s… not how that works, bud.” Johanis frowned. “Why not?” I massaged my temples, exhaling slowly. “Johanis, love, having a sibling isn’t something that just happens because you ask.” “Well,” Johanis tilted his head, thinking, “...then how does it happen?”

What the fuck is even happening right now? Quinn thought he’d at least have through the Christmas holidays. But now, it was official. He and Emerson were siblings. Step-siblings.. but still siblings nonetheless. He looked over at her then… seeing the pain etched on her face made him want to go right back out and get in another fight immediately. Their parents were fucking assholes…

Zia said as she took the stool next to Salma. " That's true, you should spend more time with your friends," Carmen said. " My sisters to be precise," Zia said. Salma was shocked at the seriousness in her voice. " Miss Zia does it mean I can fully become part of your family?" Salma asked, a lot of expectations in her voice. " Oh, you still have no idea about it? Actually I don't know whether it's right for me to tell you about this, but I just learnt that we are siblings, step siblings to be precise." Zia said as she bit off another piece of sausage.

downcast."Alright, everyone," he said finally, breaking the heavy silence. "We need to start planning the burial for my father."There was a murmured agreement from the group, and they began to shuffle closer to Oliver."What kind of ceremony do you want to have?" asked one of the pack members."I want it to be big and memorable," Oliver replied firmly. "My father was an incredible leader, and he deserves a send-off that reflects that."Janet stepped forward and placed a hand on Oliver's arm. "We'll help you make it special," she said softly.Oliver looked at her, gratitude written all over his face. "Thank you, Janet. I couldn't do this without you."The group began to brainstorm ideas for the b

Nicholas was my sister's ex-husband, a boundary I had always promised myself I would never cross. But as I stood there, battling an internal storm, it became clear that something fundamental had shifted. Love, desire, conflict—it all swirled around me, pulling me into its depths. And as much as I knew I should run from it, an equally powerful part of me ached to see where this path would lead.

When Jack and I were still step-siblings, I used to always act out according to my emotions; which would in turn lead me to do something irrational. This is one of the things me and jack had talked about working on, in order to make this relationship work. And clearly, I'm failing miserably on my part