Cherished By Seven Sisters Novels & Stories

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.

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 sighed and shook her head, silently asking me to continue. "They weren't only well-known for their beauty, but for their unity as well. People called them the inseparable sisters, and that was what they were. But as they grew, one surpassed the other in popularity and charm. She was doted on and loved by all the young alphas and princes, including those in the highest positions. She received gifts daily from men and women who admired her charm, but the other sister received nothing. The other one never bothered. She always had the thought that one day, people would recognize her charm as well, but as months grew into years, she realized that she was only loved because of her sister's cha

“Or 3 like Ivy. Or 1 like February.” _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ “7’s gonna be 7,” I said. Smiling. “And you’re gonna be her big brother. Forever.” “Good,” Alex said. Nodded. Serious. “Because 7 needs big brothers. And sisters. And Bear. And Dada. And you. And Susan. And Margaret. And Lily. And donuts. Sometimes.” “Always,” I said. _Silence. Bathroom. 8:23 PM._

Everyone knew Lorenzo Moretti, the undisputed ruler of the estate, was hopelessly in love with me. To prove it, he bought a private paradise and christened it Lucy Island. The rule was simple: once a year, members of the Moretti Empire would spin a grand wheel for a chance to spend a night on the island. Lorenzo swore we would only wed there, throwing a feast for the ages. Yet for seven excruciating years, every time I spun the wheel, it delivered the same mocking verdict: Better Luck Next Year. I became the only woman in the empire forbidden from stepping foot on the island built in my name. Our wedding remained frozen in time. “Rules are rules, Lucy,” Lorenzo would insist. “A Moretti never

My mother, Margaret Harper, carries the blood of a Word Witch. Once every lunar cycle, she can speak one blessing that fate itself is forced to obey. But all my life, the only thing she ever gave me was half a sentence. When I was eighteen, I received early admission to the Northern Royal Healers' Academy. My mother looked at the letter and said, "If you go north..." Her instincts had never been wrong, so I thought she'd seen danger waiting for me there. I turned the academy down with my own hands. Months later, she used her recommendation and a binding blessing to send my younger sister, Chloe, to the best healing school near our pack, even though Chloe had nowhere near my talent. After tha

Not softer. If anything, Ivy Ellis was holding herself together with everything in her, and it showed in the smallest ways. The tension in her shoulders. The careful way she chose her words. The fire in her eyes that refused to dim, even now. Especially now. I liked it. I had no use for someone who would crumble under pressure. “You’ve exhausted your options,” I said calmly. “Your previous partners have withdrawn. Your creditors are preparing to move. And within the next seventy-two hours, your company’s financial state will become public knowledge.”

Regret interweaved in his heart as his heart ached. The other six princesses burst into tears. The seventh sister had always been well-educated and extremely smart. The reason why she was the most unfavored among the seven sisters was that the seven sisters had a good relationship with each other. The seventh sister had often taken the blame for them since she was a child. Gradually, she had more and more scapegoats, so her father didn't like her very much. Now, their lively and lovely seventh sister had died in front of them. How could they not be sad?

Stepping forward, I enveloped her in a tender embrace, a silent reassurance of my unwavering love and support for her. "Chloe, my dear sister, you are never alone. We are here for you, always," I whispered softly, my words a heartfelt promise of solidarity and kinship. Mary joined our embrace, her presence a symbol of unity and strength as we stood together in a circle of shared understanding and compassion.

Men could break your heart, but sisters… sisters didn’t. "Thank you, my queen." She smiled at me, taking my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze of encouragement. "Always, my angel." I was truly grateful to the goddess for at least giving me Charlene.