Siblings Stories Novels & Stories

Anna asked Brian and he nodded “Thanks!” Damian nodded “Don’t mention it!” Brian replied shortly “So, you don’t want to move back here?” I brought the topic again “I had discussed it with Sandra a couple times, but with Sonia, they don’t want to be apart and their job there and many other things….” Damian tried to explain “Ahhh come on!!! You have Fai, me, and I have a bunch of friends here, job is easy one. Right, Fai?” Brian replied Damian “Yeah! Damian, we’re brothers, say what you want, I’ll help!” I told him

—then he smiled. James watched me with a bland expression. I smiled at him, his facial muscles did not even twitch. He took out his phone out of his pocket and walked into the hallway his mother disappeared into. Jacob introduced us to Erin and Edwin, his younger twin siblings who looked nothing like him and James. They had rare blond hair and very fair skin. Josephle, a girl with dark chocolate skin, chubby cheeks and an afro, dressed in an oversized sweater and baggy jeans and Gabe, a lanky, acne-ridden boy with a shaved head and an immature goatee.

The rest of us that remained standing are in one way or another related to each other somehow. From my point of view, I had with me right now, The step brothers from both sides, my actual Dad, the Stepmom I'm seeing for the very first time, my Mom and step Dad, and the half sister who appears too young to be involved in all of this crazy inter-family madness. She looked terribly confused and sad that I felt really bad for her. How less crazy could this possibly get at this point?

I said gathering all my courage. “Mom, does my Dad hate us?” He asked. I blinked my eyes in disbelief. Where did he learn this? “My friend Josh’s Dad left his mom, him and his sister. He said his Dad hates them and married another woman.” He added and I knew kids have their own social circle, a place where they learn different lessons. “Your Dad doesn’t hate us, I can promise you.” I cupped his face. “Then why does he not live with us?” He blinked his eyes at me with confusion and a certain fear lying beneath.

I was a stray pup. At five years old, several elite warriors captured me and threw me in front of the Alpha heir, Lucas. I heard his wolf talking to Lucas in his mind. "Lucas, this damn little thing is a hybrid of a werewolf and an evil witch. The prophecy shows she will be extremely vicious in the future, even killing your Mate. For the Moon Goddess, you must kill her now to protect your future Luna." Lucas agreed carelessly. But when he saw me, he froze. "Seriously? Dude, you’re saying this tiny thing is a homicidal maniac? How vicious can she be? Cursing the future Luna with a lollipop?" I tugged the corner of Lucas's expensive shirt, and looked up. "Big brother, I'm so hungry." He looked

They all looked like Jacob and his parents, so I guessed that they were his siblings. “Freya, you have met my parents, Ryan and Silas. The two women next to them are their mates, Sophie and Lila. These three are my brothers and sisters: Kenny, Sam, and Lisa.” He says, and I was right. We sit down, and someone comes and places a plate with food, and we eat. Jacob’s sister talks a lot about how cool it is that Jacob found his mate. Jacob's mom notices it and laughs a little when she tells the girl, Lisa to not pester me. But I smile and tell them it’s okay.

My brother…your sister “…my sister…” It’s Hanan Durani’s diary and my sister was just a toy to him gathering after everything I listened about these two from my uncle. Their love story was famous in the Baloch tribes because that was the beginning of the war that caused a massive bloodshed. It was a famous love story because there wasn’t love in that.

Family? A cold smile curved my lips, carrying undisguised mockery. Those so-called "family members"—the "husband" who calculated my worth and plotted my child's future, my biased parents, and that sister who constantly coveted everything I had while threatening me with her illegitimate child—at this moment, they were my most dangerous enemies. "No." My voice was as calm as a frozen lake, but the words carried bone-chilling coldness. "I have no family." The doctor looked at me deeply, his eyes showing pity, confusion, and finally settling into professional resignation. He said no more, nodding to the nurse: "Prepare to move to the operating room."

“What do you mean?” The priest hesitated, then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Elianna is not your true sister by blood. She was taken in as an infant, the child of another. Your parents raised her as their own, out of compassion, but she was never told. When she discovered fragments of the truth years later, bitterness consumed her. She saw you as the chosen one, the rightful heir, while she was merely the shadow. That bitterness has now grown into hatred.” Clara’s breath caught in her chest. The words felt like stones crashing down around her. “Not my sister…” she whispered.

“You lost our son because you were addicted to gambling and made enemies with a gang leader. That’s why they took him away. Joan isn’t even our real child! Why do you care about her?! “The one you should care about is Jenna. She’s still in the hospital! “But it’s okay. I’ve found a way to save Jenna. Just watch.” My mom had lost her mind. My dad did not believe her and tried to approach Joan. Joan was in so much pain that she said, “I’m sorry! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have treated Jenna like that. I know I messed up. Take my kidney and give it to her!” However, my mom simply laughed. “One kidney? That’s not enough.” I floated above her and said, “It’s too late. I’m already dead.” Unfortunate