Cherished By Seven Sisters Novels & Stories

When I found Silas Pembroke, he was carefully untangling a strand of another woman’s hair from his tie clip. The two of them were wrapped around each other, far too close to pretend otherwise. He let out a mocking laugh. “Jenna, what exactly are you going to accuse Sienna and me of this time?” Sienna Vale smiled sweetly. “Mrs. Pembroke, you stayed away longer than usual this time.” I steadied myself and said, “I’m not Jenna. I’m her twin sister, Summer Sinclair.” Silas burst out laughing. “What is this, your latest stunt?” Then his expression hardened. “Keep pushing me, and I can’t promise you’ll stay Mrs. Pembroke forever.” I only looked at him and said quietly, “Silas, my sister left three

Bewildered, I followed him while his hand was intertwined with mine. "Are you not really going to tell me who the visitors are, my valiant?" I asked tenderly as Cretheus began to rain kisses on the back of my hand. He smiled sheepishly. "You'll see soon." He winked as we went to the parlor room. "Congratulations, sister!" As soon as the door opened, I was greeted by my four older sisters named Isabella, Novalie, Seraphina, and Dominixe. They hugged me as soon as they saw me, causing me to giggle and hug them back.

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

He would bring me food and feed me every day, the handsome face under his mask breathing my name tenderly. "Erin… You're so beautiful tonight." She must have lost her sanity as she kept remembering that day when we were chosen by different species. She was our parents' favorite, and she had every right and disposition to claim the better prospect—so why did I, the dumber and uglier sister, get it instead? Hence, she learned to curse until she killed me in her spirit form, after which she was reduced to oblivion as well. She was also reincarnated when I opened my eyes again, and she immediately made the other choice in this life.

She raised her chin in what looked like defiance, but was really an act of fortification for herself over what was to come, while their lustful eyes consumed her. “I’m first, this time,” Jeremiah muttered. “Tell me more about what you need,” he said as his lackeys stood so close behind her that she could feel their body heat on her back. “Not another clean up, I hope.” “I told you,” she grumbled. “My sister is missing and I need you to find her. Time is of the essence.” “It seems an odd thing for Sybil to send you to us to find a missing person. We usually work on more delicate and dire cases such as the one we just did for you. What is it about your sister being missing that makes it so

The TikToker had over four million followers, and soon the chat was filled with comments. “Isn’t this the heir of the Smiths? Total rich kid!” “The girl blessed by Lucas must be so lucky!” “Mr. Smith, your humble servant awaits! When can I start my duties?” People were joking around, but Lucas went viral. Some even expressed jealousy towards Veronica. Not long after, Veronica herself posted a picture on social media, with the caption: [I finally got my strawberry-flavored gummy bear! Happiness is when your wishes come true!] In the picture, there was a beautifully wrapped plate of strawberry-flavored snacks, and right next to her was Lucas.

Her tiny fingers clutch his shirt as she turns her face and buries it against his shoulder, letting out a tired little whine. Niko chuckles softly, rubbing her back. "Okay, okay. We'll try again later, princess." I purse my lips, stifling a laugh. "I thought she'd be more excited to meet them." Mason smirks, his eyes flickering to Zuri. "She's probably just realizing she has to start sharing things now... like her favorite person." Carol smiles warmly. "Don't worry, she'll come around. I've got two younger sisters—used to drive me absolutely nuts, but they're my best friends now."

Looked at her sister one more time — at the strong jaw and the tired eyes and the woman who had been through more in the last six weeks than most people went through in a lifetime and was still, fundamentally, completely Anna. "I love you," she said. She didn't say it often. Neither of them did. It was a Sabalenka thing — love expressed through showing up rather than saying, through presence rather than declaration. Anna looked at her. "I love you too," she said. "You absolute disaster of a sister." Irina walked out smiling. They left the hospital at midnight. The three of them in Curtis's car, Atlanta doing its deep night thing outside, quiet and amber and indifferent. Nobody spoke for a wh

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

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.