The Sisters Brothers Novel Novels & Stories

I wonder if he even noticed how hollow she looked last week when we met for brunch, like she was slipping away piece by piece while smiling for the cameras. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t care enough to ask. Now I do because this affects the narrative—The merger, press, and the damn wedding. Somewhere under the irritation, something stirs. A memory, sharp and unwelcomed. “You can’t control people forever, Damien.” My brother’s voice, from years ago. Luca, the storm I buried after he walked away and never looked back. I shake the thought off like ash from a dying flame. Selena’s not like the others, she’s not reckless. She’s quiet and she obeys. So why run now? Why with only days left?

But the older brother loved the sister? "Heh, I knew you were a playboy and wouldn't be faithful to my brother," Ollie sneered. His eyes looked ready to skin Edward alive. His next words were even more explosive: "But you and Mr. Jones won't be happy. His sister stole your sister’s husband! Their grudge over a stolen man is irreconcilable!" Edward countered, "Sisters are sisters, brothers are brothers. Besides, what's this about 'stealing'? Weren't you also fighting your brother for his girlfriend?"

~Emily's POV~ His handwriting was neat—too neat, every word deliberate. The first few lines were dated two years before we met. The words were ordinary at first: notes, appointments, meetings. Then I turned a page and froze. She reminds me of Lisa. Not in how she speaks—but in how she defies me. Foolish. My breath caught. I turned another page. Control is the only way to keep peace. They don’t understand that. They never do.

Even though I should have been used to their blatant favoritism by now, my heart still throbbed with a dull ache. My parents had always given Rebecca preference over me since we were young. We were born only ten minutes apart, yet I was constantly reminded of my role as the older sister. I had lost count of how many times I had given in, from small things like my only toy to even boys we both liked. When I was little, I found a stray kitten and took care of it carefully. However, Rebecca snatched it away from me. That cat did not survive even one day before she killed it with her own hands.

“I don’t really know. I’ve never thought about it. I never fit in well with the other village girls...Or my sisters.” “You’ve sisters?” “I did. Three. And my older brother. I was really only close to him.” “Why not the sisters?” “Do I strike you as one that would get along well with other females.” “Not in the least.” Ouch. He’s not wrong. “What happened to your sisters?” Pain cut through me. Despite my recent bold words. I had my suspicions what had happened to them and already it sickened me. “They were at the river with me when I was taken.”

I heard her say, but she suddenly stopped talking when she immediately spotted me. Her eyes are undoubtedly swollen, most likely from sobbing after finding out what I did, and thinking about it made me feel horrible. She appeared stunned when she saw me, but that didn't last long because she was able to conceal her feelings and display an impersonal facade. "Can you leave me with Ang, sister?" She asked her, and after hesitating for a few seconds, Sister Lita finally left. "What are you doing here?" she asked sternly when we were finally alone in the office.

Nonetheless I continued reading, flipping the pages with as much enthusiasm as I had started. “She had the most beautiful smile and perfect body, to have her in my bed the way I wanted it would be a miracle, considering the circumstances that surrounded us. Only if she knew the sinful things I’ve imagaine doing to her, or how many times I’ve fucked her right in my thoughts. I pictured her face every night as I lay to sleep, her warm lips on my dick would be the best feeling in the whole world. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’m slowly becoming addicted to her and I would do anything to make her mine. Or maybe this was just a temporary feeling, maybe I just shouldn’t be thinking about

I stood on the street corner for what felt like hours, finally gathering enough courage to attempt mind-linking with my sisters. Unsurprisingly, they had blocked my mental connection long ago. I sighed and pulled out my phone, calling my Alpha sister, Alexa. Twenty years as siblings should count for something. No matter how ugly things had become, we deserved one final meal together. She disconnected my calls repeatedly before finally shutting her phone off completely. I swallowed it down and dialed my Beta sister, Riley. This time, after an eternity of ringing, she deigned to answer, like she was granting me some grand favor.

“I’m just… tired.” That part, at least, was true. Tired of pretending. Tired of standing here like nothing had happened. Tired of feeling like I was about to fall apart at any second. “Stay a little longer,” she insisted gently. Before I could respond….. “You can leave if you want.” His voice again. Calm, controlled. But there was something else beneath it. Something that made my skin prickle. My sister glanced at him, surprised. He didn’t look at her once.

He spun quickly and caught her blue eyes. "What the hell are you doing here, Sharon?" He asked harshly. "I became a sister," Sharon said and slowly walked towards them. "The sisters are nice and caring, although they don't like me much, they are alright." "A sister of Estein? Don't tell you that's true." "It's true, Dominus. Where's elder brother, he must be so thrilled to see me." Sharon ran her fingers on the dusty table beside her. She was wearing pants and a coat, an unusual dressing for ladies.