Gilbert Sisters Novels & Stories

"Please don't make your mother introduce me to any more people on my own. You know how Ms.Gilbert never stops talking." I didn't have the chance to say anything to Sage. Not only because I was still in complete shock from what just happened between Wes and I, but also because the next thing I knew was that Sage and I were standing in front of Mrs.Gilbert. She was a short and very old lady who was in love with all things cats. Once she started talking, she never stopped. Mrs.Gilbert pulled me down to her height to hug me and as soon as she did, I knew there was no way of getting out of the very brutally long conversation she was about to pull Sage and I into.

Alfred said as he glared at Gilbert. “You claim to be a warrior; yet, you and your colleagues haven’t been able to bring Greece into extinction,” Gilbert said jocularly. “Friend, everyone is trying and you know. I can’t remember the last time you told me that you possess mysterious powers to apprehend our enemies,” Alfred said. “There you go again! Please…, bring another gist,” Gilbert said. “I have no other gist, but you can pop up some,” Alfred said. “Okay. Magdalene is getting married next week,” Gilbert said.

That made it easier. “Oh… do you know if Lita’s working now?” Gilbert’s next words stopped her in her tracks. She blinked. “Your cousin,” he added, as if she’d forgotten. “How do you know about her?” Raellyn asked, startled. “I told you, that I looked and learned everything about you,” Gilbert said calmly. “I met her by chance. We ended up talking a lot. She’s... charming and easy to talk to. We saw each other a few times.”

Every studio she entered met her with cold stares or a door in her face. When the men in black came for her, her only thought was, 'Fine. Take me. Let the whole world burn.' … Giana and Hilda Chamberlains, the seventh and eighth sisters, were in the middle of a television interview. Hilda hosted a program at Silverton Broadcasting Station. She had invited her sister as the first guest, expecting a quick boost in ratings. The cameras were rolling. The questions had not even begun when several men walked in. They said nothing, lifted both women, and carried them out.

“They are real. Paid for in blood.” The conductor’s sagging cheeks wobbled as he opened his mouth, then closed it, and motioned to Andrei and Svetlana to stand aside. The two Patrolmen hefted their torches but did nothing else as the conductor turned his attention to the twin sisters, still huddling in the berth. “Down,” he yelled. They obeyed. Now Svetlana saw how frail they both were. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow them away. They stood up unsteadily, holding on to each other for support.