Sister Brother Book Novels & Stories

Phoebe's Point-of-View Mateo Spencer, my husband, had impregnated Lily Shepherd, his sister-in-law, to repay his late brother, Maverick Spencer. For Lily's sake, he had even ruthlessly driven me away. He later found out about my plane crash and lost his mind, searching for me in a fit of desperation. … Lily held her hand up to the light, admiring the massive oval diamond ring from every angle.

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 :)

"Doing great, Sister. Out of all the stories I've written, this is my favorite. You're the heroine in my story." "What do you mean I'm the heroine of your story? I thought you said you're not going to make me the heroine of your story?" I confusedly asked my brother who was still grinning at me. "Secret," he answered mysteriously too. "But for now, I will stop writing. I need to focus on my studies because our exams are coming up. "You sound mysterious. For sure, your story is ugly," I teased my brother. "You're the one who is ugly, Sister," he answered me while raising his eyebrows but I didn't feel offended by what he said.

Mom said quietly as they got into the ambulance. "Your sister killed your other fine sister?" I heard someone ask. "She's not my sister, not anymore!" That was the beginning of my nightmare. Thanks for reading my book, if you enjoyed this chapter please tap the little star below, comment, and share thanks, XD.

The less people who knew about my business, the less questions I'd answer when things go sideways. Finally, I found myself once again in front of my brother's room. I greedily took in a breath before walking in. No one had been here from the lack of scent. Good. “And how are we feeling today?” I asked, pushing the door open with a soft smile on my face. Without looking up from the book before him, he said, “I'm not one of your sick patients, sister. Get away.” I rolled my eyes and snatched the book from him. He glared at me with his hand stretched, expecting me to drop it but I did the opposite. ‘How to handle grief’... My voice trailed off and I peered up at him.

Would she accept making friends with 11-year-old girls? Then my eyes fell on her brother, Peter. This one was so opposite to his sister that I was even shocked. While Amber was smiling, he had a frown on his face, as if he wasn't enjoying being there. He was almost my age and as beautiful as his sister, his hair was black, and his eyes were so blue like his mom's, but unlike mine, which were cyan blue, his were blue like a stormy sea. “My sister doesn't need your company,” the boy said to the elders, interrupting them as they spoke. “My father’s company is much more successful than yours. She doesn’t need to beg for you.”

“Dear brother, It’s me, your stubborn sister who keeps on following you. I am writing a letter to you since you are my last family. And I am happy to have at least you by my side. Remember the first day when we saw each other? I was so captivated by your handsomeness. I thought I saw a prince. Your smiles, your shy approach and your kind attitude, they reached my heart. And maybe, that is the first time I fell in love with you. I kept this a secret for a long time, but it overflowed in a way I couldn’t control it anymore.

Her sister not by blood but by fate. ~~~ THE END~~~

NEW STORY TITLE: Sister, Brother & Son Make One (Incest/Taboo) 4 family members show how perfect life can really be. Oliver and his sister Brooke hook up. But not before Brooke gets with her nephew, who is her brother's son. Then, a specially created sister arrives. >>>>>>> ​" He was like that piece of chocolate you know you shouldn't have, but the risk is worth the high." . . In the midst of a scorching Florida summer, the air conditioning was laboring nonstop to combat the oppressive heat.

Lucien smiled, slow, predatory, like a man who'd just won a game I didn't know I was playing. ​"Welcome home, little sister." ​And just like that, my boring, miserable, predictable life exploded into a thousand pieces. ​I should've taken the stairs.