Cherished By Seven Sisters Novels & Stories

"I have seven sisters who all look very dull and alike. I can barely tell them apart, and Eshvani is only interesting due to who it is that she will be marrying, soon. There is only one other brother. He has more sea green to his plumage, whereas I have royal blue. I'm prettier." Chaitav was beginning to enjoy feeding the Eurasian morsels of his culture and customs. You could see them processing and analyzing everything he was saying. "Seven... no, eight siblings??" Lucas' eyes widened greatly, and his jaw dropped open ever so slightly. 'This owl isn't very bright.' Thought Chaitav, 'He can't even count.' "What's the order?" Queried Loris, this time. "You are 3rd and your sister Eshvani is 5

He pauses, tucking a white curl behind my ear, “though, I will warn you now, those women will probably make you change your mind by the time Harvestfest comes around.” “They can’t be that bad,” I say, defending the women I’ve never met. “I’ll let you decide for yourself after you meet them all later today,” he says with a note of humour in his voice. “All? How many aunts do you have?” “On my father’s side, none. His younger sister was killed as a child. But my mother has seven sisters.” “Seven!?”

Would they accept my dear Charlie? A man of Chad's caliber would seek a partner who exuded confidence and fortitude, and above all, one who possessed an irksome disposition. My sister, however, was a fragile soul. She was someone who would sacrifice anything to maintain harmony. [sigh] I can only pray that she finds enduring happiness in her marital life. Then the day of the betrothal came. Our house was adorned exquisitely. Every visitor who graced our doorstep marveled at the impeccable skills of the decorator.

He said, his eyes were shedding tears and voice choked. I gasped, it was something I didn’t imagine. A horrible past buried in their hearts. “Darius…” I whispered, I was unable to speak. “She was also a rare scarlet wolf. Beautiful, inside out, intelligent and kind to all. She was our sunshine, always filling our lives with her radiant presence. Everyone loved her. She was only seven months younger than me, we were practically twins and my father only used to yield to her.” He smiled as he talked about his sister.

Hestia explains, as if reading my mind, “Us workers also get to partake in the festivities and enjoy ourselves. My, it has been a while since they have had one though.” “He has sisters,” I ask, raising an eyebrow as we walk back through the kitchen. “Oh, yes,” She nods, “He has four sisters. The youngest being 26. They’re all close in age, I’m sure that you will get along swimmingly.” “If they’re anything like Anthony, I highly doubt it.” I mutter.

"Through thick and thin, through joy and sorrow. We're a team, a trio, unbreakable and unstoppable." The three sisters held each other tightly, their hearts beating as one, their love and loyalty shining brighter than any star in the sky. In a few minutes, Hazel would become the Luna, but in that moment, she was already a queen in their eyes, a queen of their hearts. * The atmosphere was electric, the air pulsating with anticipation as the pack eagerly awaited the arrival of their new Luna. The grounds were abuzz with excitement, and the rocky terrain transformed into a vibrant celebration zone. Pack members of all ages mingled and laughed, their faces aglow with joy.

At the Wyatt family in Rivenesco, Lovellia, a handsome young man rushed into the house. Dustin Fox walked into the living room carrying a cake. Five gorgeous women came up to meet him. They were the five stunning sisters of the Wyatt family. The eldest, Amara, was dressed in office attire that did nothing to hide her amazing figure. The second sister, Bella, was cold and distant. Her beauty was marked by a chilling elegance. The third sister, Clara, wore a short skirt and high heels. She was no less than a seductive temptress. The fourth sister, Delia, was in casual dress. Her features were softer but no less pretty. The youngest sister, Elisa, was lively and charming.

She stands in her tall dark beauty, regal. Rosa is near her, her pale looks, so similar to mine, looking so much more pale next to our older, half-sister. “Margherita, please come tell her that she is being stupid, because she isn’t held under the curse.” I finish crossing the bridge, and motion towards the benches. “Can we sit, while you drag me into your argument?” I am exhausted, but who wouldn’t be when they have just finished dancing for the King Underground? I’ve been back topside, in my beautiful Murkney for less than an hour, and already I have had six different sisters drag me into arguments.

I said, smiling sadly. My voice sounded broken and I tried to control the tears that came with the memories. “Once upon a time, there were two sisters. Nefari and Neha. They loved each other fiercely and went through the depths of hell together until they decided to escape and live their dream life as Princesses.

The key sat in the lock. I had just been about to turn it. Laughter drifted from inside the house, bright and sharp. Each word they uttered stabbed straight into my ears. "Keith, you're so good to me! This is limited edition. I've been looking everywhere, but I couldn't find it." Caroline Jenkins' voice was syrupy sweet, the exact tone my husband, Keith Collins, loved most. My voice had always been cool and quiet. I could never fake such soft, clingy sweetness.