Sister Not By Blood Novels & Stories

"Does… my sister… does she know what you are? What I am?" "Your father knows what he needs to know and no more," her mother replied. "He understands that our family carries old blood and older obligations, but the specifics... no. I have kept him as separate from this reality as possible, for his safety as much as his peace of mind. As for your sister, she is younger still, and her awakening has not yet occurred. Whether it will remain to be seen. Not all daughters of Luna bloodlines inherit the mark. Some remain fully human, spared the curse and then calling both."

Leona says, and Nadia frowns. “No, I’m not.” “You have to be, because that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Leona chastises. “I mean, my God. I thought you were so much smarter than this.” Nadia scoffs, asking what the hell she meant by that. “We may not be blood- hell, none of us are. But you’re just as much my sister as these two over here.” Leona says, and Nadia furrows a brow. “There’s a difference between them being your sisters and me,” Nadia points, going on when Leona frowns and asks what she meant. “They’ve married into the family. They’re your sisters by law. Whereas I... I’m simply your best friend.”

“But this is a good thing!” “How is this a good-” “Because you can be her mate.” It took a moment for that one small statement to hit me, then another for it to register... and as it sank in a massive wave of nausea hit me. “WHAT THE FUCK?! SHE IS MY SISTER YOU SICK WOMAN!!!” She only shrugged. How in the hell do we share DNA?! “Not by blood, though. It's perfectly legal.” “That is completely beside the point! We GREW UP TOGETHER!!!” Another pang of stomach pain hit me, and I almost lost my breakfast. “Do you understand?! I AM HER BROTHER!!!”

“Stop giving me that look. What is it?” I grit my teeth and glance at Chloe, who shrugs and returns back to what she was doing. “Your sister—” “She’s hardly that.” Sasha cuts me off. “We are only related by blood. Aside from that, we don’t have a relationship. I would prefer it if you referred to her by her name.”

“Gabriel was Matteo’s son from before we were married.” Zara froze. Gabriel looked at her. “We weren’t siblings by blood,” he said quietly. “But when your mother married my father, she became the closest thing I had to a mother. And you became the little sister I was told to protect.” Zara swallowed. “Then why did you call me your sister?” “Because that’s what you were to me.” His voice softened. “Family doesn’t always begin with blood.” Something about that answer hurt more than she expected.

" I know. But you don't need a sister as much as I do. " " Really? Who told you that. Presley is --- " " Don't tell me you are trying to talk badly about me now, sis. " The Sleeping Presley snapped her eyes open immediately. " Of course not. Why would I do that? " Jemmy asked. " Not sure. " " Okay, you don't have to argue about this okay? Sisters shouldn't necessarily be related by blood or adoption but by the heart alright? " Lucy said. " Really, Mom? "

Liana replied. “Of course you know you're just trying to be delusional right now because I don't even care if you exist or not. Liana, the fact that we both share the same father doesn't make us siblings. We are only related by blood and nothing else. We are not friends; we are just family members who coexist and nothing else.

Cassie scolded me and didn't feel her approach me. I glanced to her, "You are part of this family and I wouldn't consider them as my parents as long as they consider you as one. We're sisters, even though we're not blood related." "You are blood related," Mrs. Madrigal speak up. We looked at her but unlike Cassie? I am confused as hell. "What do you mean we're blood related?" I inquired. Mrs. Madrigal glanced to her husband before approaching me and take my hand, then looked into my eyes directly.

I shook my head, all the energy slowly seeping from out of me like tendrils of smoke. “He was my brother. My blood.” I screamed in his face, in pure shock and disbelief. “Sometimes water is thicker than blood.” A nonchalant shrug, “And you don’t know this, love, but blood does not make you family. You make your own family, not the other way around.”

"I am not going to accept that woman as my sister not because of the thing that she has done to you but because of the thing she has done to the innocent baby when she knows it very well how it feels to live without parents" She sniffed. "But it is also true that I cannot deny the fact that we carry the same blood in our veins and he is carrying the blood of his mother. And concerning that, I am his Aunt" Little tears pricked into her eyes making her vision blurred and lips quiver. She wiped her tears from the sleeves of her dress. "And you know what do we call mother's sister in our culture?" I know it but I still chose to stay silent as I wanted to hear her.