Cherished By Seven Sisters Novels & Stories

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.

While Daphne is more of a serious type, she is also sweet in her own simple way. My two sisters called me 'chum', as their endearment to me. They don't want to call me 'kuya', or big brother, because it's common. Anyway, I don't have any problem with it; even if they just call me by my name, that will be alright. What matters most is that they love and respect me as their elder brother. "Happy birthday, Chum!" my sisters exclaimed together. "Happy birthday, son," mom greeted, as well as hugged and kissed my cheek.

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 a