What Is A Half-sister Novels & Stories

I turned to Jane, who started apologizing. “I just couldn't keep them away; I'm a mother too; please understand me,” she defencelessly raised her arms, and I nodded as I understood her. “It's a good idea; they've missed her,” I said, my eyes on Sierra and my kids as she was now introducing Thomas as their uncle. “We have the same dad but not the same mother,” she said. I liked how transparent Sierra was with our kids, and I loved how she raised them. "Okay, so it means you are half-siblings,” Nathan said, and Thomas, who seemed impressed, smiled while Sierra nodded. Well, those kids impressed me too; they were just too smart for their age.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you all to slow down,” Sam said. “I have a sister?” “And a brother. Well, half. Half-brother, half-sister,” Hoot chimed in. “A hermaphrodite?” Sam asked, confused. Hank groaned. “Jesus, no. My daughter and your mother’s son went and screwed each other.”

I repeated, sensing the hostility in that word. “He was already married, and he had a child,” Kristen said. “I mean, another child.” “Wow,” I breathed. “You have a sibling?” “A half-sister,” Kristen nodded. She seemed somehow different. As though her body had tensed suddenly. “Is she older?” I asked. “By a few years,” she replied without any emotion. “I didn’t know that.” Kristen looked down, and I could see the emotion build up inside her. “We don’t have contact,” she said flatly, as though she would have rather spoken about anything else in the world. There was something in her eyes that told me that she cared about this half-sister, though.

"You know how it is when jealousy runs in the family—we were kids once. As my sister and I do..." "I know. Cindy and I used to scream at each other out of jealousy, but as we became older, we stopped." The situation is typical for you, but not for me and Marla. Because she is only a half-sister, I suppose. Knowing that my father had an affair with her mother after my mother died and that her mother had been our servant previously." "That explains her motivation for going above and beyond ambitious." "Yes, you could be right. Anyway, it's going to be chaos here having puppies. How did I ever come to suggest that?"

I see the men in the room shuffle closer to their mates. “Louise was your sister – your DNA matches one another one hundred percent,” I share with them. I pause for a moment to let that sink in. “Lara; however, was your half-sister. You all shared the same mother, but Lara has a different father to you and Louise,” I say to Maddie. “How is that possible?” Maddie asks.

"The eggs are a bit hot; endure it a little!" The two were close together, only a fist's distance apart. They could smell each other's breath. A fragrance unique to Samantha lingered in the air. Ethan's breathing became irregular. Normally indifferent to meddling, he blurted out, "What's your relationship with Suzy?" Both had the last name Miller and carried a natural hostility towards each other. It was impossible not to know each other. Samantha, still peeling eggs, grinned self-mockingly. "She is my half-sister from the same father but different mother. My mother passed away when I was five, but she is only half a year younger than me. Irony, isn't it?"

Henry's gaze softened with a touch of sympathy. Jennifer bit her lip hard. She couldn't anticipate how many more metaphorical knives Henry was prepared to throw into her wounds. Wasn't her situation dire enough already? Wasn't she suffering enough? Henry continued, "In fact, your relationship with her is much more than just being old classmates. To be precise, she's your half-sister. You two share the same father." What? Jennifer's eyes widened in disbelief at Henry's revelation. Henry knew why Jennifer was reluctant to believe him.

“Yes, Tabitha is my half sister…” My minds blown, and I stand stupefied.

she asked them. I exchanged a look with my mate. We were used to her intuition. Was that what this was? Trisha and Ruby both looked utterly fucking confused with her wording. “What do you mean brother and sister, Princess?” I asked her as I knelt down next to her. She waved towards the pregnant wombs as if that was enough of an explanation. Then she placed her hands on my cheeks and looked me in the eyes. “Halfsies. Same biologicamal dad,” she explained to me as if it was an obvious conclusion.

I and Iris were not just close sisters, we were best friends contrary to what people would think. People often believe that half-sisters never get along and one is always evil and planning to do something evil to the nice one but that notion stems from too much fantasy novels. Our dad married her mom first before he married my mom and you could say he loves both equally and just to be clear but her mom and my mom aren't dad's first wife, they're just dad's favorites and last wives.