Novel & Cerita Cherished By Seven Sisters

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.

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.

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.

As he returned to work, I brought him a glass of water, when he just happened to reach out. We touched each other, but he withdrew his hand first and pretended like nothing happened. "Your sister won't survive." There was no doubt about it—anyone who could be objective would be able to see that there was no hope for my sister. Even with that mysterious spell that kept her alive despite losing almost all of her blood, it was just pointless. Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body.

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

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.