Novel & Cerita Cherished By Seven Sisters

I didn't know what to say to that. He signaled the waitress for more coffee. She came over, poured it, left. "You're my friend," Liam said. "I'm not going to pretend I understand. I don't. But I'm not going to walk away either." "You should." "Why?" "Because I'm poison. Everyone I get close to gets hurt." "That's not true." "It is. My mom died. My sister hates me. Jay's going to leave eventually." Liam leaned forward. "You don't know that."

Indeed, the word of praise made Eira and her sisters beyond excited. Their gazes looked even more crazed. Even if Azul asked them to die immediately, the four of them would execute it without hesitation. “T-Thank you, Master, for your p-praise, as long as… as long as Master can wake up, no matter how much… no matter how much we pay… it’s all worth it,” the eldest sister Marin was already a little incoherent with excitement. The other three were no different. In the four sisters’ hearts, Azul was their spiritual sustenance for more than one million years.

Please have mercy on me and add me among the women, Your Majesty. What does it mean to do what you're doing? Which man isn't aware of the kind of women he prefers? Daddy, her younger sister, is one of the twenty ladies, but she is determined to eliminate her sister and replace her, even though her sister was entrusted to me by the celestial world. Who am I to defy the divine world's command?

Please my nymph say no. "Well, I'm the youngest." She was sceptical. My mind sighed for defeat. So, she is a fucking Campbell. She's part of that family who ruined so many lives. Has she any idea about her family? "I didn't realize you were the sister of the Campbell brothers... is there another sister?" I asked so that I wouldn't get involved with another innocent looking Campbell. "No, but only us. We are seven siblings." She replied.

She was obsessed to be me. I opened my mouth to say something but she cut me off with her words, “Laura. You want to know the truth?” Cherry smiled and sang her words to me, “I always wanted a younger sister. My brothers Charles and Calvin, well, I don’t think they like me much. Expecially Charles. He is cold to me. I wondered if he knew I am only his half-sister. He would hate me more”

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!?”

Renee' "Three Sisters Catering" my sister Jennifer said, her face beaming as she raised her glass of champagne. May it be a smashing success. "And make us happy," my twin, Suzanne, added as our glasses came together with a tink. "Allow us to share our gifts with others," I said, my eyes tearing up as I looked at the happy faces of my two favorite people in the world.

"What I mean, Princess, we are not sisters because we are not blood-related, but if you want us to be your sister, it would be an honor." "Of course I want." I grinned again and hugged her. "I only have two sisters, Lauren and Cheche, and now I have four and two older brothers." Hunter rolled his eyes, as well as Emmett, while Lauren grinned. I glare at Hunter and Emmett, but they stock their tongue at me. I huff and move to Iris and hug her as well. They always say I acted like a kid, but who's acting like one? I thought. "Are you both going to live with us now?" I asked excitedly.

Mitne In the realm where moonlit glades and ancient forests merged, a tale of two twin werewolf sisters emerged—one born of silvered privilege and the other forged in the fires of wild determination. Their destinies, like Yin and Yang, would shape the balance of their world. The first sister, born under a radiant full moon, was cherished from the moment of her arrival. Wrapped in the warmth of a loving pack, she grew amid adoration and protection. She was a delicate blossom sheltered from the storms of life, her every wish catered to as if by an army of devoted servants.

All he had to do was report to the infirmary. I don't know why my parents decided to register me, but seven years later this decision saved my sister. Fira has lived all her life without leaving home, she has never seen the sunlight, she has never felt the wind on her face and she has not seen other Lierians except for the three of us. But even such a fate was much better than the one that Crime had prepared for her.