Why Do My Siblings Hate Me Novels & Stories

I asked, tilting my head to look at him with a smile on my lips. "Pfft. Afraid? Nah. I'm just being cautious." I grinned, tracing the golden tattoo around his wrist with my free hand. "You look stressed," I pointed out and he gave me a half smile. "I do?" "Yeah." "Well for starters, I have a lot on my mind and I'm trying to think of ways to get your brothers to like me," he shrugged "How sure are you that they're not going to like you?" I asked. "It's logical . Brothers hate their sister's boyfriend. It's always like that. The first meeting always goes wrong. I guarantee that one of your brothers is more likely to punch me in the face. It's like a tradition" he said and I sighed.

“We can’t bank on their intentions. If the history with your father still stands, then you should know they probably hate you for being the ‘chosen one’. Which is silly because I feel you suffered the most out of you three, but somehow this is put on you.” “If they wanted to contact you, I am sure they would have. But reach out to them first...” Anthony didn’t say any more than that, almost giving me the floor to think everything I had been told to the extreme. I understood where they were all coming from. To an extent, all of their worries were valid. I didn’t need to contact any of them for any important reason. But I wanted to try. I wanted to see what it would be like having my siblings

And I know how painful it is to lose a mother. I, who never got to see my real mother, still feel hurt when I think about my mom being gone for so long. How much more is my sister, who spent so much time with her mother? I'm sure that because of this incident, her hatred for me has only grown stronger. And even my Daddy hates me now.

My hands turned into balls and I felt my blood boil in outrage. "We are not biological siblings and everyone knows this. Then why should I feel ashamed of it?" I snapped at her while throwing daggers at her through my eyes. If stare could burn someone then she would have turned into ashes by my blazing gaze. "Huhh! So what if you are not real siblings? You are still brothers and sisters. It's a sin to have feelings for your siblings. Only a disgusting creature like you can do such a thing." Julia spat at me, spitting venom from her mouth.

I avoided him like he was a plague and I was grateful that he’d done the same, although sometimes when we crossed each other’s parts, we would insult each other beneath our breath and give each other the fingers like our lives depended on it. “I hate him so much.” I muttered to my friend who couldn’t hold in her laughter. “What’s funny?” I grumbled and she stopped laughing at once. “You hate him but it’s too bad he’s going to be your stepbrother, both of you would basically have to sleep and wake up together in the same house.” She explained and my rage filled me once again. “I mean, both your parents are getting married, they’re already even married.” She added and I didn’t want to hear ano

"I don't know how I feel about you right now. I know you're my brother, but I've been mean to you for decades. I didn't know how to behave as a sister. "You were different, and people mocked you. I had been a praise-hungry woman since childhood. So, I didn't want to admit you were my brother when people asked. It became a habit that fostered my hatred for you. "Don't ask because I don't know the answer. I don't know why I hate you. When Arnold secretly did a paternity test, we were satisfied that you weren't Dad's biological child and that we weren't siblings. The issue of Mom's infidelity became our weapon to attack you.

he said. “I’m not trying to… Well, maybe if you two talked about it—” “Every wrong thing that has happened with my family, from the death of my parents to the hatred my brother and I share with each other, has been caused by your people. I understand why my brother hates them. And if I wanted to unleash half the hatred I had in my heart, you would be dead by now.”

“Honestly, just wow…I may have read about things like this…siblings not liking each other, I never thought it was happening right under my nose.” “Yeah. It sure does happen. Besides, there are siblings out there who haven't seen their sister or brother in years and they are fine with it. Some have even cut off theirs for their own peace and that is cool. I don't have an issue with Ethan, but we just don't have anything in common and can't vibe. Again, I don't hate him, but if something happens to him, I honestly wouldn't care.” Hearing this, I didn't even know what to say. I used to wish I had a sibling because that would mean I had my own personal angel, but now, knowing that things could b

They are all fooling me. All this time, the person who is pestering me in school is my sister? Does she even know about me? And why did she use a different surname? I am confused. I want to hate her. I want to tell my parents what she did to me. I want to yell at her… But the mere fact that I hated to admit is I'm still happy to have a sister though not a sister material to wish for. My love and longing of having a sister overpowered all the hatred and pain within me.

"I don't know why you hate me. From the first day, you've never liked me. I don't know why you've been treating me like we're fighting over something." "Yeah, I've always hated you, even before I saw you. I hated you merely from the rumors I heard. Each time I heard people discuss how you treated your Luna, it only doubled my hatred for you. Though I never knew it was my sister, I just had this hatred for you as if I knew the lady in question was my sister. I warned her, but my mom just wouldn't listen. She's hell-bent on leaving her to be with you, claiming walking out of the marriage is not the best. You are mean, Darien. You will pay for everything you did to my sister, for the times you