Novel & Cerita Sister Fate

I am sorry for not being there and for not being able to tell you anything. I was so happy when you called me dad. I was waiting for that day but unfortunately, I will not be there to see my little girl turn into a lady. I wish I will be there to correct my mistakes and make amendments but I just hope you will forgive me. You know, we all have roles to play in this life but we decided which role to play. we are all protagonist in our movie and also an antagonist to others. The first day I saw you, I knew that something great was coming but I couldn't place a hand on it.

Lisa stated disgusted. “I won’t be surprised, that girl was a gold digger, it was even evident in the way she tried to steal Brian from me and pin that bastard child of hers on him. Useless girl.” Thelma looked more pissed as she remembered she had lost to Cindy on her quest to win back her best friend’s brother. Lisa looked at her friend in amusement, the poor girl had always had a crush on her brother, but it had turned to and obsession after sometime, Lisa knew it wasn’t healthy but she just couldn’t bring herself to intervene.

Luna says and I tilt my head in her direction. "We found out about our brother also called Fate in your world. Luna was right he has been whispering to your sister and poisoning her mind. Her other part of her soul, her mate to say isn't who you think he is or she for that matter." Selene says and I look at her before Celest speaks and I look at her instead.

"As everyone can see. We added four new members to our family today. Tiffany is temporary. Tiffany needs a permanent master, and I will assist her in finding one, as she, like Chastity, Mom, Amber, and Charlotte, is a natural submissive who cannot be left alone. She will stay here and Barbie or Mom will keep her safe unless she is with me. I'm going to find a tutor for her and my sister-wives to teach you each what you need to know to be the perfect trophy wives. The other three are the Sisters of Fate. They are the ones who created my problems and think they gave me my powers; they did not. The Sisters are here because I've found my destiny, and they actually messed up and now belong to me.

I respond, doubtfully. “Kiara Brooks is recorded as a magic that is all at once completely unique and not at all. She is the representative of one of the three sisters of fate. Her record doesn’t state which sister.” “Sisters of fate?” I question. “Yeah, I think the most commonly known version is that in Greek myths, maiden, mother, crone, ones who make, measure and cut the strings that represent a person’s life. Those sisters.” He explains. Huhs, that doesn’t sound exactly like my magic, but strings of fate are a definite connection. Could I be one of these representatives?

Damon The other Fates learned of what happened to their sister; thankfully, they weren't upset at us for ending their sibling. Turns out that they always hated violence and killing, while Atropos relished it. The hall is decorated with all of Misha’s favorite flowers. I tried to arrange as much as I could because I am the reason it needed to happen on Christmas. I want the destiny that my mother saw, and for that to happen, Misha and I need to be married today. I stand at the altar more nervous than I have ever been. Today, my Misha becomes mine and me hers. Our eternity starts now!

Or should I say, a pendant holding an eyeball that looks just like the Luna Regent’s? “Zara, this is my sister, Lachesis. Lachey, Zara.” Clotho helps me up and dusts me off. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I tear my eyes away from her pendant and bow to her. “Mmm. This is the girl Selene and Iokaste hold so dear?” She looks down her nose at me. “Young lady, there are a lot of fates riding on your shoulders. Please make this easy on us. Our sister Atropos is not nearly as forgiving or understanding. It's a wonder we got her to agree in the first place.”

His fury through the bond was a complex thing now, rage at the threat mixed with a dawning, grim understanding of the tragedy laid bare. I looked at the woman chained to the floor. My ex-best friend, now my half-sister if everything she was saying was true. The jealousy wasn’t just for things I had. It was for a father’s love she’d watched him give freely to me, while she received only duty and distance. It had twisted her, year by year, into this.

“I don’t think you understand. We're fated to each other, Audrey Hill. I'd waited for my mate all my life, and impatiently decided to marry your sister instead, but now that I've found you, I don't plan to let you go. And that's unfair to your sister, I know, and I feel terrible about it, but I'd feel even more terrible if I watch her walk down the aisle, her beautiful face glowing, because she has no idea that the woman I really want is not her, but you. I can't do that to her.”

Her gaze flickered around the room before she raised a hand and pointed at me. "Mom, the teacher must have misunderstood. I was saying my sister should transfer, not me. "There are so many failing students in Class Thirteen, and since my sister has always been kind and helpful, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to lend them a hand." In our past life, Stacy had fallen for Nicholas Scott at first sight. Barely two months into the school year, she cried and begged to transfer into his class—Class Thirteen, the lowest-ranked class in the entire grade.