Novel & Cerita I Have Seven Stunning Sisters

“Of course you wouldn’t know me. We’re twins. You were blessed and I was cursed. You were the one that our parents loved the most even though you disappeared one night and you know the worst part? I love Seven. He was supposed to be mine but then I learned that he only wants me because he thought I was the healer and you who pretend to be me had all his attention and he even got you pregnant. Everything you have should be mine.” She answered, hitting me right through my heart. I was hurt because I finally learned I have a sister but it turned out that she wanted me to die. But I wouldn’t want the monster to feel happy if I die.

The sister who died at two years old. Except she wasn't two anymore. She was alive. Grown. And according to the message, she was coming for revenge. How many sisters did Celeste really have, and which ones were actually dead?

"Noelle is your sister. It's only right that she helps you. You don't need to thank her." "Thank you, Jensen. Without you, I really don't know what I'd do…" Brooke buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed harder, and watching them only filled me with despair. Even though Brooke and I were biological sisters, I had grown up in the countryside with our grandparents. She, on the other hand, had stayed with our parents, growing up alongside Jensen like childhood sweethearts. Later, I was brought back to live with our parents and eventually started dating Jensen. Brooke became his personal assistant after she graduated from college.

Seven's sister said. “Well, you can see me, so there's nothing I can do about that," I smiled. “You really have grown wings. At first, I was going to feel pity for you, but after looking at how smart you think you are. I'm going to leave my brother to deal with you as he pleases," she responded. “That's your problem. You think he's still the same man from years ago. Seven has changed okay. He's the best and better version of himself," I said while she laughed mockingly.

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”

"I overheard her mention that the woman next to her is her sister. They're siblings. The other five must be around here too." Mable and I were instantly surrounded in a tight circle. Mom, Dad, my brother, Julian Carter, my sister-in-law, Lindsey Barns, and their son were all standing at the edge. I signaled for them to stay quiet and not step forward. Then, I pulled Mable behind me protectively. "What are you talking about? It's just my sister and me. We're not the family of seven," I answered relatively calmly. Alex sneered. "Not the family of seven, huh? It's easy enough to test that. Since you're so stubborn, let's try your sister."

I opened the door and walked out and faced the reporters. “Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.”

She laughed. “Then, I feel special.” He said with a grin. “No one asked before. About me.” She said. “it is kind of weird talking about that part of me.” “Do you want to stop?” he asked. “I mean, not really. I don’t mind talking to you.” She said. “Good.” He replied as he sat back. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” “Lots of those. I have seven older brothers and three sisters.” She said.

I shift back, grabbing one of the robes that hang outside in the shed and throwing it on, tying it tightly. "Gavin!" I heard my sister, Robin screaming my name as she came barreling toward me. She threw her arms around me, squeezing me tightly. The youngest of my two sisters, Robin, was very very, well, obnoxious. Her shoulder length, strawberry blonde hair was disheveled, falling in all directions. She looked up at me with a wide smile, her twinkling blue eyes squinting from the push of her cheeks. A spitting image of our mother she was.. Being the loving brother I was, I patted her head.. Her perky demeanor quickly changed to annoyance, a frown now replacing her smile.

“I loved my parents. Don’t ever say that. I wanted to be free of my sister. With my parent’s gone, she’s out of control. She should be the one in here, not me.” “Why is that?” “She’s greedy. She’ll do anything to get it all. She wants everything we’ve inherited. Her share and mine.” Davina smirked and gave a slight chuckle. “It’s embarrassing at times.” “Your sister embarrasses you?” “At times.” Davina looked at him quizzically. “Didn’t I just say that?” The timer went off just as he was about to reply. It was like a scene from a high school television show. He picked up his precious pad of paper and stood up abruptly. “That’s the bell. Time’s up. I’ll see you next week.”