Sister Not By Blood Novels & Stories

I was ready to do it from New York City and forget about it. The conversation that ensued was one that only siblings can appreciate. Charli called Chelsea her sister. Silvia was mine. Fuck blood. Siblings weren’t defined by blood, but by life, by triumphs and heartbreaks. My mother had told me that Silvia came to live with us because she needed a family. I don’t think I really appreciated that until I needed one too.

I was ready to do it from New York City and forget about it. The conversation that ensued was one that only siblings can appreciate. Charli called Chelsea her sister. Silvia was mine. Fuck blood. Siblings weren’t defined by blood, but by life, by triumphs and heartbreaks. My mother had told me that Silvia came to live with us because she needed a family. I don’t think I really appreciated that until I needed one too.

“I know we aren’t bound by blood but—” “No, don’t even finish what you were going to say,” he claims. “I won’t let you. You’re my sister, Ada, and Paul? He was your father. We’re bound by more than blood. What does blood even mean? Look at Harry. Damson. Look at the shits they’ve become.” I nod, a bitter taste filling my mouth. I wish I could spit it out. “You’re right.”

Even if she was not blood related to them, she was still loved by the family. Hearing Keith belittling Monica, York's anger flared. He raised his voice to rebuke Keith. "Just because she's not blood-related, she's not your sister? Must there be a blood connection for someone to be considered family to you?" Keith was stunned momentarily by this statement. He vaguely seemed to grasp York's implication. In reality, it wasn't true that Keith only considered people who were blood-related to him as his family. Despite having blood ties, he didn't consider the other party to be family.

“Why would I? You're my mate. I don't care if they think that way. A woman's responsibility isn't only to conceive pups. I love you. Why did you think I would leave you because of that childish things?” “What about your heir? Aren't you worried that your heir will not be by your blood? “Avalynn, you can treat someone as part of your family without a blood connection. Like Gunner, he's not my brother by blood, but I treated him as my brother.” My lips twitched when I heard him mentioning Gunner. I grinned and said, “Does it mean I'm your sister? Gunner is my brother.” “What?” he exclaimed in disbelief. “Are you telling me that I'm fucking with my sister now? Seriously, Avalynn?”

Taking a deep breath, I continued to share the profound impact Alek had on my life, despite not being related to me by blood. "You know, Liam, despite the absence of a blood bond, Alek has been my pillar of strength throughout the years," I spoke, my voice filled with gratitude. "He was the one who stood by my side when no one else did, when my own father turned against me." I paused, reflecting on the countless moments Alek had been there for me, offering support and friendship that surpassed the limitations of mere family ties. "From the very beginning, Alek treated me like a sister, protecting me and providing the love and care I so desperately needed," I continued, a faint smile tugging

Khalid doesn’t understand social cues or what a death glare is. “You have a sister? Is that a metaphoric sister? Like a good friend who you consider a sister? A sister in the sense you were both turned by the same person? Or do you mean like a blood-relative sister who also ended up being a vampire?” Khalid questioned, trying to understand my connection to Mariana better.

"Do you think there is anything wrong with me? Why does my own sister hate me so much? Am I that difficult to love?" Diana shook her head. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, Sia. It is your sister who is at fault here. "If there is one thing I have learned, it is that blood doesn't always make a family. I had lost my blood relatives but I gained friends who became more than family to me. "Friends who keep me going and remind me that I have something to live for. The thought of them is what makes me push so hard because I know they are waiting for me."

I told him. “I never said that you weren’t her blood, dear.” He pointed out. “You just aren’t her own daughter.” He smirked at the end. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I rolled my eyes. How can I be her blood but not her daughter? This man is absolutely cuckoo! But the next words that he uttered stopped my heart for a short moment before speeding it up a little too fast that I thought that I’d die right then and there. “Catherine’s own sister gave birth to you. You’re not Cathrine Queen’s daughter. You’re her sister’s daughter.” He told me.

“I deserve to know! I'm her only family left, she needs me. You can't just hurt my sister." "Hey, Gina, stop. You know I would never hurt your sister.” "Then why won't you both tell me what the fuck is going on?! Will my sister die? Is she dead?!” The nurse looked at me and sighed. Clearly, there was no keeping this secret anymore. "Miss, your sister carries an ancient pure-blood genetic cell," the nurse explained simply. "Her immune system will violently reject any foreign blood cells except from a fellow pure-blood.” “I'm her biological sister, why am I not pure-blood too?"