Sibling Lovers Novels & Stories

They are indeed SIBLINGS but their love is not a FORBIDDEN LOVE. THE END. Hello everyone, thank you so much for reading this book. I hope you enjoyed it. I will like you to know that I have other stories here, I hope you can try them out to see if you love them. Thank you again :)

"Helena, we both are actually from the mountains, so we have no great concept of the ethics and morality between humans. Did you realize that after we've come to college, our classmates were looking at us in a peculiar way? We are siblings, we can't get married." Helena was stunned. Immediately after that, tears started gushing down her cheeks like the pouring rain. "What are you talking about, Vincent? We are indeed from the mountains! However, I am not illiterate, and neither are you! We don't share the same parents. We're not related by blood at all! We're not even legally related! I called you my brother, but you are not my brother! You are my lover! My lover! We are not siblings! We're

“…quench it. Because it can never work.” I took his hand lightly, brushing it with my fingers. “Why, Daniel?” “We're siblings now, get it into your fucking skull!” he snapped, the words echoing in my ears. My lips pushed forward into a sulky pout, “Stepsiblings.” I eased my shoulders, breathing out heavily. “We are not even blood related, we can fight this through.” He squirmed, his face squeezed in disgust. “Jesus Christ, are you insane?” his dark eyes pierced mine, “So what?” squaring his shoulders. “What are we going to tell our parents? That their children they thought should be seen as siblings are helplessly in love?”

he said, his voice dropping lower, more intimate, "we can be whatever we want to be. Whatever we need to be." "Lovers," I said, testing the word, seeing how it felt. "Yes," he confirmed, his eyes darkening. "Lovers. Partners. Whatever you want to call it." "Secret lovers," I corrected. "Secret stepsibling lovers who also happen to work together. That's... that's insane, Alessio. That's complicated on so many levels." "I know," he admitted. "Believe me, I know. I've been listing all the ways this could go wrong since yesterday. But I keep coming back to one simple fact."

The windy evening was been the witness of that painful moment. Stefan looked at her. He didn’t know what else to do to make her look into his heart. “I told you when you told me about your feelings, we can’t feel any kind of love for each other aside from the love siblings! We are siblings, Stefan, we can’t love us!” “That’s what you want to think, we’re not siblings, we were just raised under the same roof but we don’t share blood, we didn’t share the same womb!” “You are confused, Stefan, that’s all, you’re confused.”

It began with: Am I to blame? For years, my stepbrother has been starring in all my fantasies. He has always been caring despite his cold demeanor, and has been my rock through the good and the bad times. We have recently kissed, and now he’s asking me to become his lover. I don’t know what to think and have no one to confide in. Thoughts? Simone soon went to take a shower. And under the soothing hot water, as her muscles loosened, she could almost forget all her concerns.

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

They grew up together and until that moment, I assumed they saw one another as brother and sister. But seeing their blended forms as they held one another, hiding in the shadows near the glowing blue crystal walls it was clear how much of a fool I had been. They weren’t siblings–they were lovers. “I can feel the bond,” she whispered against his cheek. “He hasn’t claimed all of me. Thalan is always so…proper and appropriate. He’d never dare to touch me before I gave permission.” She paused, looking away. “But you’re going to give him permission now, aren’t you?” Thalan shook her, anger edging his words. “He’s taking you as his.”

'Are they lovers? He wondered but that question was answered rather too quickly by Eric who seems to have magically read his mind. "Brothers." He snapped at him and Jamie all but simply rolled his eyes. "Time to go, guys." Lover said while balancing his brother in his arms bridal style and walking ahead of them. He heard the new boy's confession but he didn't want to spook them off any more than they already were at the moment and if his friends are indeed trapped in that house, he might as well consider them dead because there is absolutely no way they would ever escape that devil's lair.

With my mouth full, I pause from stuffing whatever I think is edible into my mouth and advert my eyes to the three siblings, take a hard gulp and feel tears welling up in my eyes, with a bubble of emotions popping up in my throat. Why? Because I'm already in love with my step brother, my bully. It's the damn hard truth, and I'm done comforting myself with lies that I feel nothing for him. I hate him and I love him. And I am stupid for letting my mind travel back to kisses we shared. Still stupid because I thought about him more than I should. And will remain stupid because I'm dying to see him right now. Oh God! I need to stay far away from him as possible.