Sister Not By Blood Novels & Stories

She looked straight into my eyes and blurt out that I never expected that my brother would betray me like this. "Do you know who you have given your blood to??? No problem, I tell you, you have given blood to your biggest enemy, whose father snatched your mother's life, you saved her life, and it will be enough for you to show how much your brother loves her. He loves her more than you because the sister on whose body he gets hyper after seeing a single scratch asked the same sister to donate blood for her. I don't need you to tell you who comes first for him” She threw some pictures at me which slip off my body and ended up at my feet.

I can also understand why he needs to do this, even though I am also worried about him. But I can’t blame him either. All of us have had no family that we can all call our own since we were kids, so I know how much he valued his sister because, among all of us, they are lucky enough to have enough. We may call each other family despite having no blood relation to each other, but having someone related to you by blood has a different feeling. I can’t say that I am jealous because of it, but I somehow wish as well that I had, but too bad I was an only child before my parents died, or more like, were killed in front of me.

’ ‘Will he agree? ‘I don’t know. But isn’t it obvious that he doesn’t know even ‘C’ of the company?’ Artemis asked. ‘When our mate can stay peacefully with those brothers and sisters who are not even blood-related, then Santino is my very own cousin.’ ‘Okay. Whatever you think, right because just… just keep in mind that Sarah is bonded with her brothers and sisters because of LOVE. And Love is thicker than blood.’ “I’m ready.” Artemis sat on the bed and saw her mate.

Sigurd said, though half-heartedly. “Her mother died when she was born. Other than that she was trouble. I think that may have been why he farmed the baby out, not wanting history to repeat itself.” “So we are not related by blood?” “No. Astrid is your adoptive sister. That makes all of us family.”

Karen has proven to me that she was really interested in breaking Jack. “You are such a genius Karen” I hailed. “Just as I always have been” she replied. I was overwhelmed with joy once again, Jack should have known I’m not the type of person he should mess around with. It wouldn’t be a problem if one says that Jack and I are only siblings by blood but strangers at heart. It is only our parents blood that made Jack and I siblings. Apart from that, he is not my brother and I never loved him.

Mom said looking at me with a disappointed face "She isn't my sister. She never was" I started to get annoyed. "She is your sister, not by blood, yes but you are her brother on the paper" "TSS! I can't believe you, when we were young you don't like the thought that she's my sister now that it was all a misunderstanding you'll call her my sister?" I said irritated. "What I'm pointing out is that I don't like her to be your girlfriend, nor wife. No Aideen, Never" She shouted pointing her fingers at my phone.

He laid it on the little table here in the living room. "Yes, son. It's the heat of the weather right now so it's tiring to leave,” her mothers says. It was as if I felt a little ashamed of what I had done to her mother earlier. But I'd never thought this woman standing in front of me is her mother. Because they don't have any similarities in my eyes. Anyway, not all mothers or fathers have the same features to their daughters or to their sons. Sometimes, children inherit their appearance to their grandfather, grandmother or any family sides.

"Are you? Because you don't have our blood." "Blood doesn't make siblings, Paul. Growing up together makes siblings." "Does it? Because if you're not really my sister, then what are you?" I felt tears starting in my eyes. "I'm the person who grew up in the same house as you. I'm the person who helped you with your homework. I'm the person who covered for you when you snuck out in high school." "But you're not my real sister." "What makes a real sister?" "Sharing parents!"

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

“But you can’t say that in front of Damien. He’s your nephew too. And he’s related to you by blood.” She rolled her eyes at the mention of Damien’s name. “Oh him. The troublemaker. Being family is not about being related by blood. Like you and Blaire. You’re not blood related, but that didn’t stop you from loving her like a sister.” Great! I was hoping they had stopped seeing me and Blaire as brother and sister.