Sister Not By Blood Novels & Stories

Corbin had grown up as a child deprived of a mother's love, but his grandmother and his nanny were always there for him when Lavinia was out partying. "I might have Reid's blood flowing through my veins, but am no dumbo, who was ready to look over a serious happening, I got my investigations." "So you think hurting your brot...." I was cut off, "HE'S NOT MY FVKING BROTHER....Do you think only blood connections make one sibling, I have a sister already, and we are not connected by blood, and guess what, I love her more than these bloody relations."

When Anita got home she was so restless. She was thinking on the possibility of being Amanda's blood sister. She was happy that if the result turns out to be positive she will have someone to call a sister, on the other hand she was feeling so sad mere thinking that her parents are not actually her biological parents. She was still thinking before she slept off

"What do you want? Why did you bring us here." Amara's smile widens. "We want you." Silence settles over the room. She says something that completely catches me off guard. "You are our sister." I blink. "What?" That doesn't make sense. I never heard of my mom telling me that I had more siblings other than Ezra. Nor do I remember any cousins who look like them. As if reading my thoughts, a quiet laugh escapes Amara. "Not by blood." She places a hand over her own heart. "By soul."

"He's pointing out the truth. If it weren't for our mother's affair, I would have been the firstborn. Things would be perfect without you in the picture." "You haven't got what it takes to be the first fucking born," Emma tells me honestly, and she's right. I'm not made of the stuff she is. I'm not strong enough. "Un legame di sorella ci lega per parola, sangue e anima," She tells me. "Un legame di sorella ci lega per parola, sangue e anima," A sister bond binds us by word, blood and soul; I repeat those words from her bathroom many years ago.

“And what did they tell you, I wonder? That I am a monster? That I am worse than Briar?” At the mention of her sister, my heart lurched painfully. Images flashed unbidden — Briar the way she had broken me without breaking a sweat. “You’re Briar sister, and deceived us all” I Her gaze sharpened, locking onto me. “Half-sister,” she corrected, almost too quickly. “Blood binds us, yes. But I am not Briar.” I let out a bitter, shaky laugh. “That’s supposed to comfort me?” Her eyes softened in the faintest way, though the steel beneath never wavered. “It should. Because unlike Briar, I don’t waste what is valuable.”

"He's pointing out the truth. If it weren't for our mother's affair, I would have been the firstborn. Things would be perfect without you in the picture." "You haven't got what it takes to be the first fucking born," Emma tells me honestly, and she's right. I'm not made of the stuff she is. I'm not strong enough. "Un legame di sorella ci lega per parola, sangue e anima," She tells me. "Un legame di sorella ci lega per parola, sangue e anima," A sister bond binds us by word, blood and soul; I repeat those words from her bathroom many years ago.

I confessed, and her expression hardened, and she crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "Care about me? You know nothing about what I’ve been through. And we aren’t friends, Adrian." I nodded, taking a step closer. "You’re right, I don’t know everything about your life, and we’re not just friends. You’re my sister." Her eyes narrowed, and she shook her head vehemently. "I'm not your sister. We have no blood relation." I sighed, knowing she was right. I had a crush on her, and the fact that she wasn’t blood-related eased my guilt a little.

"Divorce her." "That is impossible on all height and in every level. We are planning a wedding." "So what am I supposed to be?" She screamed tears pouring down again. "Your little whore? Side chick? The slut you cheat with?" She is technically my sister who drugged me and forced me to sleep with her. But the law was passed that those not related by blood from the mother or the father can date. Not that I was considering it in any way. "You can't even answer that."

"But your sister has type B negative blood?" What? Christina was shocked. Her parents were both type B positive blood, so were her brother and her. How could her sister be type B negative blood? The nurse stood up and said, "Your blood can't be used. There is no type B negative blood source in our hospital's blood bank. I have to call the Dragon City blood bank as soon as possible to make an emergency blood transfer." Then she ran out.

That one place… That one place always drags my legs back to it. And now, there was nothing. I can’t feel her anymore. Our connection, her pain… Everything was gone. Sometimes it feels like I have no connection with her. Like… There was nothing. Like... We were never related to each other. It just feels... Empty. No matter how far she went, even in a different country, I always felt her through our blood connection, but now it’s like she never existed before. How was that possible? Nobody can erase our blood connection no matter how strong they are. Only death could destroy it and I know my baby sister is not dead.