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- Adept
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- Male
- Female
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- Historical, fantasy, magic, horror, supernatural, survival, vampires, demons, pirates, mutants, ghosts, romance (FxF, MxM, MxF) (Romance should be part of the plot and not the whole plot in itself), etc.
Jacob Baxter sat at his computer. His mind was in a bit of a disarray. His new sister would be coming home that day. Not a baby sister, no no. His mother hadn't been able to get any children after his birth. And quite frankly, she hadn't wished for more children after that. So one could imagine the shock on Jacob's face when his mother Cynthia suddenly told him that they were going to adopt a girl.
At first Jacob had believed that his mother was going through some kind of middle aged crisis and wished to go back to her glory days as a mother. But that was not the case. She hadn't made the decision because she wished for another child, and it wasn't a toddler they would be taking care of. It was a 17 year old girl whom had been passed around from home to home. Apparently she had been quite unlucky. One of her adoptive parents had died in a car accident, while another had become extremely sick and then passed away.
The 20 year old college student wasn't thrilled to say the least by those news. Getting a new sister, a 17 year old no less, was quite an odd situation. Did his parents honestly expect him to treat a complete stranger like a sister? She was in high school for God's sake. Girls that age were annoying brats. Especially the pretty ones. Sure, they were nice eye candy, but there was rarely anything in their heads. He almost wished they had taken home a toddler instead. At least they had an excuse for being annoying, and they could have some cute moments too.
He heard a knock on the door. It was time.
Jacob walked down the stairs and came down just in time to see his mother open the door. "Welcome Dominica. It's so nice to finally meet you." Cynthia Baxter welcomed the girl with a warm smile. She stepped to the side and let the girl come in. "I do hope you will enjoy your stay here." She then added. "My husband is working right now, so you'll be introduced to him later. My name's Cynthia Baxter, and this is my son, Jacob." She made a movement with her hand for Jacob to step forward. He hesitated for a bit before finally sighing and walking up to the girl.
"Hey." He said shortly with a nod of his head. It was as if he had returned to his early teenage years. Short words and seeing no reason to talk to others.
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