Story Of Siblings Novels & Stories

The Beckham brothers were a force to be reckoned with, a formidable clan of seven siblings who ruled over the criminal underworld with an iron fist. Each one possessed their own unique strengths and talents, yet together, they formed an unstoppable force that struck fear into the hearts of all who dared to cross them.

Roger states remorsefully. “You know I really don’t understand you two.” I confess. “Where I come from, siblings are all you have – the only friends, the only family or allies. It seems very strange to me that you and Dominic are so at odds.” “Where do you come from?” He asks thoughtfully. “The shadow pack.” I’ve told the lie so many times now that I don’t even have to think about it. “But my parents died when I was young.”

I said sharply, "I said your bag, is dripping water" he repeated then left, maybe I came out too sharply, I busted another chance with him, then I realized what he said, I pulled off my bag to check. It's truly dripping, I opened the bag to see a can of water in my bag, it's not covered tightly so it soaked my bag and books. My heart hurts, how can a brother treat his sister like this. What did I ever do to him.

She was the one who paid for the deposit when her big brother wanted to buy a house and get married. It was the same for her younger brother. She thought that although they were greedy, they were her siblings and still loved her. It was only today that she realized that she was never a sibling to them; she was only a tool to earn money for them to squander. They didn’t even hesitate to scheme against their own nephew for a little benefit.

"She's an odd duck, your Hollyn. But stars I would love to swim around in her mind sometime." I laughed again. "I'm not sure anyone but her is equipped to do that. Definitely outside our norm here in the real world." My laughter died as I thought about her question. "Being a triplet was normal. Is normal. We've never done that whole trading-places thing, so I've never been anyone but Thane. Our connection is deeper, I think, than non-multiple siblings, but that's normal for us as well. Do you have siblings?" She nodded, hit the button and made the screen go dark. "Yeah. Six brothers, seven sisters."

It’s not every day the husband that you thought was dead comes walking up, or flying in his case, to your doorstep. I’m pulled from my reverie when Aria asks me something. “Hmm?” I ask. “I asked if you have any siblings back at Bright Moon Pack,” she repeats. Oh, I have siblings all right. Twelve of them to be exact. Whom, I have never met. I’m going to have to remedy that soon. “No. I have no siblings back at Bright Moon,” I answer her, but don’t elaborate. She must have sensed I was holding back because she asks, “Do your siblings live elsewhere?” I sigh. I don’t think it’s a secret that I have twelve brothers. I might as well tell her. “I do. Twelve brothers that I have never met,” I say.

They can not make it more obvious. I grit my jaw, the inner conflict starting to haunt me again. Can I really fool an Alpha King? What if he catches on and hangs me to death before I even get to do what’s needed? With that thought in mind, a lump lodges in my throat. My fist clenches harder around the vial. I will not die before seeing my siblings. Eden, my little sister, and Eben, my little brother. Both were so innocent and young. But…the world was not merciful to us orphans.

“You are telling me that you are my siblings. My blood?” The triplets could hardly cover their shock also. They never thought about the possibility of them having a sibling, because talking about their mother was a matter they liked to avoid all of the time. They did not like to talk about it. Not since they left them when they were toddlers and ran away with some man. It had broken their father and had made them grow resentment for her. But it still did not stop them from wanting to meet her sometime. “If your mother is Aurora Hale, then you sure are our sibling.” Liam replied to her, sinking his hands into his pockets.

Five minutes later, I was too busy reading the story to care. So now we were sharing sibling incest stories. We tried some others in the category, too. But the mom/son, dad/daughter ones creeped both of us out. We did OK with cousins. But for us, clearly, brother/sister incest was best. In story form, anyway. Especially the ones where the sister got pregnant at the end. We shared other stories, but more and more I was seeing a steady diet of sibcest. Better (worse), I'd become accustomed to all of it. Like slipping into the pool step-by-step, by the time I was underwater I was used to the temperature. I don't think either of us realized the danger we were putting ourselves in.

"It's not about her being your sister, logically. I want you to love each other genuinely. There are siblings who, even though they were from the same parents and grew up together, hate each other so much they do not mind killing each other." I chuckled, only because I did not know what to say. "Let me tell you a story," he continued and adjusted on the chair. "In my youth, I knew about two brothers, twins who fought each other immensely because of the throne." "Really?" I asked, getting interested in the story. "Yes. There had to be one Alpha but one wouldn't give it up for the other," he told me. "In the case of siblings, shouldn't the elders be the most befitting for that?" I wondered.