Cherished By Seven Sisters Novels & Stories

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

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 thei

“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.

“Mommy is fine, sweetie. Didn't you want to look at the toys?” Cherish shook her head quickly. “Never mind. Let's just go, come on.” “Oh, why?” Chelsea, her little sister, joined in the sulking. “We wanted to see the toys, Mommy?” But Cherish looked at her sister with a serious expression that rarely appeared on such a young face. “We're going to another store,” she said firmly, holding Narsha's hand tighter. Chelsea pouted, muttering softly, but followed them even though she didn't know why they had to do that.