100 Novel(s) Related To Cherished By Seven Sisters

She did not have much time left to test the waters, so she had to be direct. "If they're willing, I certainly wouldn't say no," Chase said matter-of-factly. His seven sisters were beautiful and kind-hearted, and they treated him well. If they wanted to marry him, he would naturally be delighted.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

she said with a sweet smile. I crouched down to open the boxes. But when my fingers touched the paper, I paused—half of the invitations were missing. Every single one had a small magnolia branch I had painted at the seal, the petals pressed over a faint, subtle pattern. I'd spent over two months working late into the night to finish them. I looked up at Clifton. "Where's the rest of the invitations?" He loosened his cufflinks and said matter-of-factly, "Jenna liked them, so I gave half of them to her to write the names of her friends from the support group. You know, just to spread a little cheer."

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”

"What's it like having a sibling?" She blinked at the sudden subject change. "It's... nice, I guess." There were things I needed to know about Rhea and Vanessa was a risky but available source. "I never had one," I said, letting just enough softness into my voice. "You and Rhea seem close." Relatively. "We're pretty good. On a basic scale." I took her hand and moved my thumb slowly across her knuckles. "Maurice is the closest thing I have to a brother."

Because I’m the only one who can unlock his fuel. She clutched the front of Killian’s shirt, her knuckles turning white. “I never asked for this. My father thought he was giving me a gift, but it feels like a curse. I have forty sisters down there who look like me, and they are all looking at me to save them. But who is going to save me?”.

At that moment, I could have sworn that I felt a presence, her presence. Samantha Camilla Campbell was a force to be reckoned with, the kind of woman you wish to be and just fall in love with by just a simple look at her. A promising future, a drop-top dead gorgeous fiancee who would do about anything just to see her smile, she was a kind of woman who had it all figured. I have seen how everyone worshipped the very polished ground she walked on, and I was damn proud of the woman she was. As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back.

Or has it accommodated many other victims? "It's just an abandoned church," I said, still trying not to say it all through my face. My mask has to come in handy at a time like this, and it takes extra hard work because, apparently, my sister's fiancé has a seventh eye that allows him to see the natural face behind my lies. "I never knew there was such a dangerous church." "You don't know anything." he whispered in front of my face. His scent invaded all my cells, igniting something when his gaze kissed my skin hotly. I stretched.

He yelled, finally losing the small measure of composure he had. "That is not my problem." I shrugged carelessly. Peharps he won't make this too easy after all. "The sisters have not been around here for a long time. The only time I saw those old coots was when they came for Lola's induction ceremony." I cocked my head, staring him down. "Explain." "The sisters. The original seven? I heard they lost three of their ranks. But the mark chose Lola. That was about a hundred years ago?" I blinked, my oversight suddenly making itself known.

Psyche woke to the break of day and eagerly awaited her beloved sisters. Her happiness was overflowing, seeping through her every pore, making her face radiant even more. As previously done, Zephyrus recalled his queen's command, and somewhat unwillingly enfolded the two older sisters in the bosom of his breeze. Then he set them down on the brilliant garden. Without hesitation, the sisters at once marched with measured steps into the grandiose palace and embraced their prey. They cloaked their deeply hidden trickery with joyful expressions and flattered their youngest sister with warm words.

She was an ultimate sacrifice. Her sisters were apprehended in their own wails, hugging each other sorrowfully. A soft but strong hand pulled her up to her feet, "It's too late, he is gone," Theresa shivered and spoke. It wasn't easy masking her pain to comfort her sisters. The seven of them, apart from going to school, have always been with their father. He was everything to them. Always attending any program they had in school, teaching them the basic things of womanhood from his experience. Now Theresa the oldest took up the role of comforting her sisters. Everyone had different reactions but Godiva's was the worst. While her sisters wailed the loss of a father, she wailed both his loss and the meaningless future awaiting her.

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and theirs, forever connecting them.

“That must be hard not having your father’s love.” “My uncle did his best to make up for what I lost with my father. I’ve not tried to speak to him since the night we left. I’ve promised that I’ll wait until he dies to take my place. I won’t try to kill him or steal control of the pack from him. He was old when I was born. I’m the youngest of seven pups, and my birth surprised them.” “So you have six sisters?” “That’s correct. Ava, Bethany, Sybil, Jenna, Jodi, and Maria.”

He took his time to savour the feelings of having her in his arms, it's not like he wants her to be getting hurt every time but he always use the excuse of her breakup to get close to her. It hurts him so much that they can have with her what he can't and yet they have the mind to hurt her, he knew should he be lucky enough to have her, that he will cherish her, adore her more than any, but he can't and that's because she is his sister. He slowly lift up her chin and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Her lips were as soft as he always imagine which always leave him asking for more and kissing her deeper, but he can't, he can't afford to wake her up and have her running away from him forever.

"And Seven? Is he deeply inlove with you?" I nod. "I believe he does..." May giggles. "I think my brother is deeply inlove with you, Terra. I've never seen him this much inlove with someone before..." That warms my heart. "And thanks again for making me your best maid!" "It's nothing..." "I can't wait for us to be sisters!" she shrieks. I smile. "Me too..." We stay in silence for a few hours then I break the silence. "Let me go awaken Seven from sleep..."

"And all these bitchy society wives are dying of envy. You should see how they look at Hunter when he only has eyes for you. Helena never had that hold on him. He hasn't left your side." I glanced at my husband, handsome in his tuxedo as he spoke with a hospital board member. "I'm so lucky it all worked out. I hate that my sister had to die but I couldn't be happier with how my life turned out. Does that make me a bad person?" I said softly. "God, no. Grace you are one of the nicest people I know. That's how you got yourself in this mess to start with." After dinner came speeches, then dancing. Hunter led me to the floor without asking, his hand warm against my back as he pulled me close.

“When are you going to marry Mister?” “When will we have a little brother?” Cherish and Chelsea asked almost simultaneously. Narsha couldn't help but chuckle softly even though her chest felt heavy. Cherish quickly corrected her sister, saying Mommy and Mister Dexter had to get married before they could have a little brother. Chelsea pouted, then questioned the order. Couldn't they have had a little brother first before getting married? The sisters' debate continued, leaving Narsha with nothing to do but massage her temples, feeling both tired and awkward.

Seven’s parents were warm and welcoming, and I felt like I was already a part of their family. I met his elder brother, his wife, and Catherine. Seven’s little sister. She fell in love with me the moment she set her eyes on me. Laughter filled the room as we chatted then, a lady arrived who I’m so sure is Seven’s twin sister Kenzie. The one I saw in a picture on his phone. Their heels clicked the floor. She arrived with her friend Jasmine, and the atmosphere shifted. The instant her eyes landed on me, her expression turned cold. But I swayed it aside and stood up to greet her, but shockingly, she bypassed me entirely, rushing to hug Seven instead.

Presents of all shapes and sizes, they were so thankful to belong to a pack as close and loving as the one they are the Queens of. The sisters looked at their mates who were staring at them with so much love and pride, Selene and Nahla had unshed tears in their eyes. They were so thankful to be given the life that they had. They had their amazing mates and a whole pack of wonderful people who loved them unconditionally. A family of over one thousand strong, who will protect their babies with their lives. They kissed their mates, pouring all the love they felt into it.