Sibling Story Novels & Stories

Judy Cassatt was too delighted that her voice came out loud and sharp. Everyone in the room froze. Nate Kieran, My husband, stood right beside me, and the moment he heard her, rage shot straight through him. "What street thug? Who are you cursing?" he snapped. But I only stared at the soft, warm child in my arms, my mind drifting. I had actually been reborn—reborn on the very day my sister switched our babies. In my previous life, she coveted the millions my husband and I would one day leave behind. So she secretly swapped our sons.

“So, after all the sacrifices and contributions I made for you, my father almost disowned me but I still followed you around because I believed in you. This is… and if it were another person it I’ll not hurt as much you had to make it my sister?” “I’m not ready for that fake tear of yours,” Ethan fired as he went to hug Jasmine. Oh honey, don't mind her. I’m here for you,” Jasmine said and cuddled up to him. So now that she was announced as Luna? She no longer had pains in her belly? But she was screaming and squirming in spins when my baby needed the doctor. “I can now see. I honestly prefer your sister to you. You are a manipulative person and nothing good can come out from you. Your siste

I ended up sighing in disbelief; I didn't expect that she'd be so happy to learn that Derek was my mate. “Bonnie. I don't want him as my mate. He's my step brother for crying out loud! I can't have my step brother as my mate.” “Oh! That's true! I forgot you guys are now related. You guys are soon going to be step siblings. It's crazy how the Moon goddess has to pair you up together. Isn't that strange?” Bonnie asked and I'm glad she's back to her senses. I massaged my temple, robbing it softly as I tried to reduce the tension in my mind.

I find out that my soulmate is my blood brother, I get into the most depressive phase of my life that it messes up everything that has to do with me. We decide to go separate ways and then I find out that he's not my brother, he's my best friends brother. Mannnnnn Do I have a story to tell my kids. I should even write this as a book, document it, it'll go viral because how does this even sound like? What kind of drama filled life did I just experience. I'm just glad for one thing though, I've gotten my man back.

The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the cubicle, and soon, my clothes, which were torn into pieces, hung loosely on me, barely covering me. A wave of shame washed over me, but the terror for my unborn child overwhelmed me as my pregnant belly was exposed before their eyes. Tears of despair streamed down my face, and suddenly, the hand over my mouth released. I seized the moment to speak. "I'm Anthony's sister!" But my words were met with mocking laughter. "I came back to save your child!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation.

Then her brother who was the alpha of a small pack he founded in South Africa. Even though they didn’t share the same mother, even though they lived away from each other, the siblings were close and I couldn’t help but wish that it would be the same for me and my siblings after we finally reunite. Obviously, we can’t stay together, I belong here in the Crimson Moon but the others had their lives far away.

My life started to play in my mind like a movie as I remembered the beatings I suffered for the trouble Joe caused, and the permanent look of disgust my mother had for me. … I smiled bitterly. I could no longer make another sound. This was probably the last time I would be used as educational material to discipline my brother. Just as I was about to close my eyes, a loud voice pulled me back to consciousness. "What are you doing?! Are you trying to destroy this place?" It was the voice of the escape room owner, who had rushed downstairs to check on the situation. Joe felt a surge of hope as he quickly grabbed onto the man. "Sir, my sister has been locked up inside the coffin. Please save her

Part 1 (Story of the Past) My birthday My name is Sintia, I was born in Bandung on September 23, 1985, in a village midwife, a friend of my mother. I was born to a mother named Eni Suryani and a father named Wito. For them being born is a gift, but for me it is the beginning of my departure, yes I will be adopted. None other than the one who will adopt me is the brother of my own biological father, who has no children due to illness and desperately wants children in his household.

“Brother, I think it’s time to tell each other’s stories, don’t you think?” Crossing her arms she waited patiently for her brother to open up. “Sister, I have lots of them, you know. Would you mind elaborate which one of those you want to hear?” The young man fired back raising his eyebrow like he was asking for a challenge. He was back to being a spoiled brat than the crying little boy a few minutes ago. “Alright! I want to hear the story of how you two I mean three became best friends?” She began to name the specific story she wants to hear that firstly strikes her curiosity to the higher level.

Sandra yelled. “No” Visha countered. “You were at the middle yesterday; I would lay in the middle today.” “No! The first person to get here always stays at the middle and that’s me” she pointed her slim second finger at her chest with her left brow raised in a saucy manner. IK noticed the stubborn jutting out of her chin and almost laughed. Being the first born, IK had the loveliest siblings. Sandra, his impossibly stubborn immediate sister was just four years younger than his twelve years old self, followed by Visha, the partially quiet, yet partially talkative one, then the ever bouncing last born – Solomon. They were the loveliest siblings, closer than most and forging an unbreakable bond