Cherished By Seven Sisters Novels & Stories

Ethan - calm CEO - took my right hand, kissed same ring, same spot Jace kissed. "And I am destiny," Ethan said, looking at Mom, not me. "Mrs. Cole, I am 27, I built company, I never wanted little sister. Then for one year I watched my brother - my little brother - fall for Michael's little sister. Michael is my brother's best friend. I told myself don't. But yesterday - first night - we asked her together. Today - first day as three. We don't fight OVER her now. We fight FOR her." Mr. Hayes nodded. "Linda, my sons shared everything - name, company, past. Now they share one heart. Michael's little sister."

Mom's words hold immense weight, but she only speaks one sentence each month. When a bankrupt businessman begs for her blessing, his life turns around the next day. When a childless tycoon begs her to bless him with a child, his wife is pregnant before a month has passed. But all my life, she has never spoken a complete sentence to me. When it was time to choose which university to apply to, Mom merely shook her head. "If you apply…" Her unfinished sentence kept me awake all night. I took her meaning the wrong way, and in the end, I lost the university I had dreamed about getting into for ten years. Then, my younger sister, who had scored less than me, somehow snagged a spot there. Yet, sh

Fenwick said it to his sister directly, both of them sitting close together on the holding's small porch, the whole family gathered in careful, hopeful silence around them. The late afternoon sun was dipping behind the jagged pine ridges of Reaveswood, throwing long, amber shadows across the packed dirt yard. Fenwick was wrapped in a dry, clean quilt from his own bed, a warm mug of herb tea cradled between his scraped hands, the steam rising softly into the crisp mountain air. Beside him sat his younger sister, Wrenna—who shared no relation to Ashgrove's own Wren, but possessed that same stubborn, unvarnished honesty—studying her brother with the particular seriousness only a frightened youn

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.

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

Psyche woke to the break of day and eagerly awaited her beloved sisters. Her happiness was overflowing, seeping through her every pore, making her face radiant even more. As previously done, Zephyrus recalled his queen's command, and somewhat unwillingly enfolded the two older sisters in the bosom of his breeze. Then he set them down on the brilliant garden. Without hesitation, the sisters at once marched with measured steps into the grandiose palace and embraced their prey. They cloaked their deeply hidden trickery with joyful expressions and flattered their youngest sister with warm words.

Her steady golden eyes lingered on my face. "I wonder who you take after. You look so beautiful, you know that?" she whispered. I couldn't help smiling in the dark. "Not as beautiful as you are," I said, but Ana snorted. "Did you know I was the ugliest among my siblings?" "I don't believe it," I said. "My sisters were all beautiful," Ana said. "They liked to tease us a lot when we were young." "Us?" "Me and Alex," Anastasia said. "We were called the Little Pair back then. We used to play together and shared each other's room. My older sisters, Tataina and Olga were the Big Pair. They didn't like me, but they didn't mind Alex much."

She knew what her siblings would say, especially Faith. Cherish's older sister always towed the line, obeyed everyone who ever had any type of authority over her. She was the good girl. Cherish had no desire to be the good girl. Or to obey; at least, not that way. Oh, she wasn't mean for the sake of being mean. Well, to anyone other than Faith, that is, but Cherish refused to fit inside a box. She partied, drank, dabbled in drugs, had been having sex since she was a sophomore in high school, and even lived with a guy for a year before realizing what a douche he was. Through it all, she was still her mother's angel. Her father just shook his head.

" It's not a crime to ask for something and want to have that thing by all means,I loved you Edward , Why can't you just look at me for once , Why can't you just see me and love me the way you love my sister ,I have tried all I can to get your attention but no you prefer her to me , What does my sister have that I don't have , huh ..Tell me , she's not that beautiful ,Look at me am beautiful ,I could be a suitable Queen to you but No you chose her over me " " You believed that even if I had met you , That I will chose you over your sister , Then you must be dreaming my dear ,I can't settle for anything less " " Anything less you mean that I don't deserve to be your wife " " Not in this life

She was an ultimate sacrifice. Her sisters were apprehended in their own wails, hugging each other sorrowfully. A soft but strong hand pulled her up to her feet, "It's too late, he is gone," Theresa shivered and spoke. It wasn't easy masking her pain to comfort her sisters. The seven of them, apart from going to school, have always been with their father. He was everything to them. Always attending any program they had in school, teaching them the basic things of womanhood from his experience. Now Theresa the oldest took up the role of comforting her sisters. Everyone had different reactions but Godiva's was the worst. While her sisters wailed the loss of a father, she wailed both his loss a