Seventh Sister Mods Novels & Stories

She tossed aside her towel and struggled to her feet, putting on a limp as she looked down at me. “You’re my sister. If you just ask me nicely, what wouldn’t I give you? It’s just the lead role.” She could stand with ease, while my leg throbbed so badly that I couldn’t move at all. Something in me snapped. I wrapped the towel around my wrist, braced myself against the mirror, and slowly pushed myself up. Then I swung my hand hard across her face.

The thought crossed my mind, yet all I did was toss it and leave what I was doing to help my sister. “I-I’ll do it, sir,” I said, my voice trembling so much I could barely get the words out. The rogue with the scar on his cheek glared down at me, and I had to force myself not to look away. “P-please, my sister is sick. I’ll do her job.” “Rosentine, it’s okay, I can—” “All right then.” The rogue cut her off, “I’ll grant your request since you’ll be sold next week anyway.”

There have been rumors that they are an item, and looking at them now, I can understand why. My sister always gets touchy-feely with the people she likes. I remember when she used to drape herself all over me when we were younger. I guess she has outgrown that now. "So I heard you and Aiden are partners on this project," Sarah says, looking back and forth between us. "That is right," I reply. “Blacksmith is my partner.” Sarah frowns, her eyes flicking from me to Aiden. "I must say, it is kind of unusual to hear you call him 'Blacksmith'. It is distant and formal, but I guess that's just your way." She rambles.

"Now that you two know this, and you chose to be partners to do what? Kill me? Are you guys insane? You can't keep me in here forever. Sooner or later, everyone else will notice that I'm gone." "Shut up." Caramel commented, the tension in her building up. "Your sweet mother will call you to inform you that your sister is gone." I smirked, loving how much it affected her to hear the words. "Fuck it, I asked you to shut the hell up." She had begun to yank on her hair. "What then will you do? Join them to call the cops?" I ignored her. She growled, picking up the glass cup of water they had given to me and smashing with a scream. "Shut it.. shut it, shut the fuck up!" She yelled, taking deep br

The sharp-witted Jenson learned about the different character traits of each challenger as Baby Robbie spoke. "Fifth Sister has a shrewish personality, and only she is bold enough to torture criminals during interrogations. As for Sixth Sister… I’m not very close to her, but every time I’m in danger, she will mysteriously appear before my eyes. She often gives me constant reminders. Ninth Sister will tell me everything…” "Oh, then there’s Lil Thirteen. She’s beautiful and has the best combat ability of them all. But like you, she has autism." Baby Robbie talked non-stop about the gorgeous challengers in the military intelligence division.

I demanded, stepping forward. The figure stepped back. Maintaining distance. Calculating. "Someone who knows exactly who you are, Alexa Lean. Not Nova James. Not some transfer student with a mysterious past." They laughed, the sound warped and unnatural through the voice changer. "You're a girl with a dead sister and a death wish. And I'm here to grant it." "Then do it." The words came out before I could stop them. The figure froze. Even through the mask, I could feel their surprise.

“They went to his car. I watched through the window. He had her bent over the seat in under five minutes. She was crying a little but she didn’t stop him. He was fucking his aclaimed sister to my greatest surprise.” The room felt smaller. The vanilla candle suddenly smelled sickening. I could see it—Kova’s stupid smirk, that lazy confidence, the way he’d tilt his head like the whole world was a joke. My chest burned. He’d told me he’d never been with anyone serious. Said I was different. Said he wanted to take it slow because I mattered.

she said in a ringing voice, power reaching forward from her to envelop my sister, "I rename you Hathenemeira, and declare you a Lady of the Seventh Plane." Meira gasped softly as the power snapped into place, her eyes flaring with light before she bowed her head to our grandmother. Muttering. Dark looks. My heart, now beating faster than normal, did an odd jump making my chest hurt. What was the big deal? Dad used to be a seventh plane demon. Kind of made sense Meira would be too. The renaming thing kind of annoyed me, but why were most members of the family now staring at my sister like she was the enemy?

I wore a custom couture gown in snow white, the hem scattered with fine starlight crystals, my face cool and striking, my carriage straight and easy. The old softness and forbearance gone, I carried a cool, highborn poise now, every movement the composure of Miss Ava at her highest. Evan took my hand and led me to the center of the hall, and said, low, to every powerful person there, "This is my sister. Ava. The brightest treasure the Ellison family has. And the designer you all know as Zola, that's another name of hers." The moment the words left his mouth, the whole room erupted in shock.

I answered without a shred of hesitation. "It will take effect in one week." She handed me the potion. One week later... Wasn't that the exact day of the Mating Ceremony? I took the potion and drank the bitter liquid down in one gulp. After drinking it, I took out my phone and sent a text to a number I hadn't contacted in three years: I agree to join the Northern Pack. Help me stage a fake death in one week. A reply came quickly: Good. You finally came to your senses.