Sister Brother Book Novels & Stories

“I’m Heather,” “My sister,” Isaiah smiled, finishing for her. “My sister, who isn’t supposed to be up at this hour yet for some odd reason, she is,” Heather's lips curved and she looked towards her brother, the both of them looking so similar that it was crazy they weren’t the same person; Heather had a dusting of freckles on her bubbly cheeks but she was beautiful - I couldn’t imagine how young she was when their parents passed. “Well excuse me, Mr. I-think-I-am-the-alpha,”

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.” “Like hell you’re taking our sister away! I don’t care who you think you are, but she isn’t going anywhere with the likes of you!” Roman looked down on her with benign amusement and said, “She is my mate, and she will come back with me. You will not stop us just because you’re her sister.” Evelyn reared again, ready to drive her point home, when the look of surprise spread across her face, as she felt her father’s hand come down upon her shoulder. “Evie…” he said, “Your sister has found her mate. We should all be happy for this moment that she’s waited so long for.

Her long lost brother appeared behind Celsa out of nowhere giving Celea a fright " Holly crap! Can't you come like a normal person? Why do you feel the need to sneak up on people " Said Celea holding her poor heard " Well I'm not a normal person and neither are you dear sister " Well he was right about that " But what are you looking for sis ? " He asked " a book " She replied " Was that book worth coming to hell ? " He asked again " More than you think dear brother " Celea said with empty eyes The long lost brother saw the sorrow in her eyes

And if my memory serves me correctly, she called him brother. “Xenia, this is my little sister.” I nod my head thinking as much as I can see the resemblance. Is it weird that he’s introducing me to his sister? That makes this feel more intimate. I barely know him… “This is so exciting. Brother has never brought a hu -- a woman home. I don’t think so. Isn’t that right, Brother?” She looks at him and I stifle a giggle. She’s so young and innocent. I’m sure he’s had many women here, not that he would tell his little sister that.

“That’s why there was so many spelling and grammar mistakes. It took me ages to correct them all. So worth it for the content though.” Mia shook her head. “It’s awful! How could you print something like that?” Brook laughed. “You mean…how could you write something like that?” Mia went to open her mouth but shut it again. However crappy she thought Brook was for publishing it, she had written it. She had poured the bile into those words. And her only reason for doing so was because she’d seen her stepsister sleeping with Ryan. Ryan was Savannah’s boyfriend, not hers. How bitter was she that she couldn’t even deal with that in a healthy way?

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.

“What the hell are you talking about, Lanie? Why would he get engaged to his sister?” “His… sister?” If she hadn't been sitting down, Alanis knew she would’ve fallen. As it was, her whole body felt peculiarly heavy, as though she was going to faint at any moment. “Brody has no sister. He had a twin brother, but he has no sister.” “I don't know what you're mumbling about.” Michael was definitely irritated now. “I don't know about any brother, but I do know Catherine Stanton is his sister… or his half-sister, to be more specific. The papers were full of it a few months back… you surely must remember?”

I said and walked away without waiting for his answer. My feet went to my sister's room, and I stood there. I knew she was afraid of everyone. But I am her brother. I have to at least check on her. I opened the door and saw her sitting on the floor with her head stuck in a book. She was so engrossed in it that she didn't hear me coming. I went and stood a few steps away so she wouldn't freak out. There was a photo album. The pictures were from when we had gone on a vacation. It was a year before everything went down. She was staring at the picture where I was carrying her on my shoulders, and we both were laughing. Mother had her usual comforting smile, and Father was supporting Fiona with h