Cherished By Seven Sisters Novels & Stories

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

Moving the magic calabash slightly to his left caused three more faces to appear, all of horrible. They were un-clothed, sick with some illness that had no name, and perhaps utterly insane. Almost all of them possessed a sinister grin that belied their sorry condition. The oldest of the sisters, perhaps seventy years in age, spoke. She said how delightful it was that someone other than creatures should visit them and perhaps bring them treats and rescue them. She hoped whoever stood before them now would be of help.

Charis Jennings glared and snapped, "Percy is such a shameless idiot. He really thinks he's some kind of king who can pick through the seven of us as if we were prizes? I swear I'm going to let him have it." The other five sisters were just as furious, and the group stormed out together to wait for me outside the hall. I had barely stepped through the door when I ran straight into all seven sisters. They were all glaring at me as if they were ready to tear me apart. The first to speak was Kara, the woman I had married in my past life. "Percy, don't think that you're a bigshot just because we allowed you to choose from us. You're nothing special."

Even though I should have been used to their blatant favoritism by now, my heart still throbbed with a dull ache. My parents had always given Rebecca preference over me since we were young. We were born only ten minutes apart, yet I was constantly reminded of my role as the older sister. I had lost count of how many times I had given in, from small things like my only toy to even boys we both liked. When I was little, I found a stray kitten and took care of it carefully. However, Rebecca snatched it away from me. That cat did not survive even one day before she killed it with her own hands.

"I hope you get better soon, ma'am! Your daughter loves you so much. You must hang in there." "What a devoted daughter you are. I'm sure God will be moved by you. I hope your mom gets better soon." "Hey, did anyone notice she mentioned someone named Cheryl? Is that her sister? To think that a daughter would take such bad care of her own mother and not even bother to show any concern for her! How inhumane!" "I know, right? Who treats her own mother like that? Even animals have more compassion than she does!"

Watch a n d learn —he said a n d grabbed the shot t o drink it down in one gulp. The three girls roared with laughter at Aháva's astonished face. "Don't be a baby," Lauren teased. "That's the trouble with being a n only child." You don't learn the good things in life," Alicia commented. "And the one with seven siblings says so," Jessica pointed out. -Exact. a n d because I have seven older brothers, I dare t o say that I know a lot of things. My brothers took care of bringing m e up t o date,” the Latina explained proudly.

one of the sisters pinched her old friend when she saw that Sister Joyce was literally drooling when they observed the brothers from afar, “it's a sin for us to have a lust for a man, especially the one wasn't supposed to be our soulmate.” Sister Joyce, one of the oldest priestess in the temple look at her younger friend in glee, “I’m sorry, Sister Marion, I maybe 105 years old woman, but I’m not blind, I mean look at them,” she pointed the brothers, “in a hundred years of my life, I never have seen men as fine as these brothers… the goddess must be in a good mood when she created them.” Sister Marion, who was short-sighted, did not understand what her friend was saying, so she decided to br

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.

He dropped to his knees beside my bed. "Grace, come home with me, okay? We have the same blood type. I'll give you my entire liver if I have to. You're my real sister. I won't let you die. From now on, I won't care about anyone else. I'll only stay by your side, okay?" Something inside me snapped. I shoved him away and started screaming like a madwoman. "I'm already dying! What's the point of playing the good brother now? Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"

I thought my facial expression was subtle, but my mother noticed it immediately. “Does the thought of James taking a chosen mate disgust you? IT SHOULD! IT SHOULD BE YOUR SISTER IN HIS BED, NOT A CHOSEN MATE AND NOT THOSE WHORES HE USES AS A DISTRACTION. IT SHOULD BE YOUR SISTER!”