Why Do My Siblings Hate Me Novels & Stories

She made me feel the love of a mother, she even asked me to call her mum so I will not feel the absence of my mother . And my mum, what if she was here? Maybe I would have have siblings from her who might have loved me. Sometimes I sit and cry so hard seeing people with their siblings and playing with them.. My case is different, I have this siblings but they hate me. Maybe, just maybe they will love me one day .. I didn't realize I was crying till a tear slipped my eyes " Why are you crying ? Are you hurt? Did I say something bad? " She asked worriedly which made me smile ..

"Have you gotten it off your chest?" "I'm sorry mom." She said. "I didn't mean to make dad sad." "Sorry for yourself. I'm so disappointed." Anna told them and stormed off. ~~~~ "You didn't have to beat up your brother because of me." Joni told Leon. "Now your siblings hate me more than ever. Not that I care but I don't want to be the cause of the rift between all of you."

he kissed her hair "I'm so sorry for shouting at you, so sorry for loosing my temper, you didn't need to see that" Anna sniffed in his arms as her hands wrapped around his waist, she knows he loves her and will always protect her but she is hurt, an internal wound that neither him nor anybody could wipe away in her life, and that is, the fact that he is her brother. Just why is he not one of those foster brothers, at least she can be with him. He loves her but not the love that she want, right now he is consoling her but will he pull her head upward and kiss her? Will he tell her he loves her in a more intimate way? That is the biggest scar in her life. That he is her brother and she, his si

“I like this new…whatever between us.” “Me too.” He lifted his hands, threaded them together, and tucked them behind his head. “I guess we’re past that childish hatred.” “Yeah,” I said softly. “I mean, we’re stepbrothers. We live together. Hating you was easy, but it was exhausting.” He sighed. “It really was. Even if our parents break up, we still share a sister. No matter what, we’re going to be part of each other’s lives.” A smile ghosted his full lips.

A sister I despised more than anyone else on the planet, a sister that was chosen for most of life's best things, while I was tossed away like garbage with not so much as a goodbye. I hated her. Maybe it was because she had threatened what Lucas and I shared, maybe it was how she hurt Lucas and his family in the past, maybe it was because she hated me just as much but I knew one thing for sure Sarah and I would only ever remain sisters by words and words alone.

I said firmly. Seeing him my heart skipped a beat and felt a chill down her spine after confirming that it was at Harry Walter, thinking, ‘Mia and her three children hate me deeply. It sounds reasonable if Harry wants to take revenge on me. The meanest way to what he used to hurt me by hurting my children!’ Kester shook his head and said,”Really? Harry is your brother to some extent. He probably not the one who takes away Jerry!” I sneered thinking, “Heh. Siblings from other mother are worse then stranger. At least stranger won’t desire to kill me. As for my half brother and sister, they want me to disappear from the world.”

Maybe I should have told her about my brothers, Brandon and Connor. But what could I have possibly said? That I'm the first of triplets and apart from the fact that we carry the same face, we are nothing alike. Or should I have explained Brandon's cruelty and how he thrives on making me suffer and tries at every given opportunity to wreck havoc? We didn't even grow up together, but still, he has this undeniable hatred for me. And no matter how much I have tried to come into mutual likeness and respect with him, he keeps brushing me away.

I just… I couldn’t listen to any of this. I was.. defeated. There was no going back from this. My sister hated me. And I didn’t know what to make of it. I couldn’t stomach the mere thought of it. Just where did I fail with Selene? Just how did I not see how far hatred had riled her up? Jealousy. Not hatred. My wolf grunted in my head, causing me to sigh for the umpteenth time. “Anyways. I want you gone, sister. I want you off these lands. I want you far away from this pack. I want your name erased from every other book belonging to this family. I want you gone!” My eyes widened at her implication. She couldn’t possibly mean…

I remember when he came to my house and invited me to go somewhere with him. "Yes, and we got distracted" "Where were you anyway?" Theo said he was not in the fight. "Handling my business, I don't care if those two fuckers kill each other," he says with no care in the world. Wow! why do I feel bad when he says that about Carl? Is it possible to have that much hatred between siblings, who shared a womb? No. I don't think their hatred is only based on heir title, something else must add to their fight.

But there was no mention of a brother. “Yeah. I do.” “But you’ve never mentioned him,” I said. “We’ve never really talked.” A soft smirk brushed his lips. “Besides, there’s nothing to talk about. We’re not close. I haven’t seen him in years.” I shouldn’t have cared, but I felt this need to know everything about him if it was possible. “Why?” I asked. “Is it possible for someone to hate their brother?” It sounded strange. If Liam wasn’t my blood brother cared for me. So how can one’s blood brother hate them?