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I say nothing as I don’t want my sister to suspect a thing. Before I could reply to her annoying taunts she slaps me across my face. “Why did you do that?” I hiss. “Because it’s nothing less than what you deserve,” she replies right before she spits at my feet. Goddess, I can’t believe this is my sister. All of this is rooted in jealousy. The Moon Goddess blessed me with magic and I became the original witch, when my sister was born, her hair came out black. The literal color of her soul.

"You… You really were reborn! I know that you only chose Seth out of defiance. You're going to regret it!" I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how radiant I was. I said coldly, "Regret? Why would I regret it? "Andon, know your place. I'm your sister-in-law now, and if you keep being rude, I'll tell your older brother so that he can teach you how to behave." Andon was rendered speechless. He could not do anything except lower his voice and say threateningly, "Do you think you have an advantage over me because you're with Seth?

I muffled, forcing this awkward smile. His eyes flickered. He didn't debt it…. Oh my God… he wants us to practice being a couple? A married couple? “Hazel, do not… he is your sister’s husband, you can’t play house with your sister’s husband, you are better than that.” My angel conscience blurted to me, popping up before my eyes, dressed in a white fitted gown, with wings on her back and a halo on her head. She had this worried look on her face.

She said, her voice low and cautious. “Hi, this is Katherine Blackwood speaking,” a smooth voice echoed through the other side of the phone. I’m sure this is Andrea Wilford, right?” Andrea pulled the phone away from my ear, her expression a mirror of skepticism. She stared at the screen in her hand for a moment before placing it back to her ear again. “Who did you say you are again?” She asked. “I’m sure you’re already aware of who the owner of Blackwood Empire is. I am the only daughter of the Blackwood family, and Alexander Blackwood’s sister,” she introduced herself, her voice dripping with confidence.

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.”

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

Ava Celestine Blake's house was really well cared by them. I don't how much time we spent exploring this house. I enjoyed exploring it with him and I found some of their side stories on how they got here. He is the oldest one, then followed by his sister named Verona and the youngest sister named Ericka. I met his youngest sister at the beach before we started our tour here. She was kind and very polite, she was sweeping the floor earlier. But his second sibling, I didn't see her yet.

She didn't even want to hear any apology from them since they couldn't trust her. The five sisters were sitting in the dining with their hands on the table, staring at each other, waiting for Freya to speak up. Tonight, there was a full moon, they could hear the howling of wolves from far distances. Lights struck the wooden floor from the half-opened window. Finally, Sabrina had forgotten about the whole thing that transpired between them. “Sabrina, Earnestine, Janeka, and Hayley Michael,” Freya said, glaring at them. “This is the House of Witches.” She continued.

His mother’s voice, fragile yet imbued with a profound, aching tenderness, answered: “Seb… you’re finally back.” “I’m back, Mother.” His voice was a low rumble, rough with the perpetual shade he'd lived in. “This time, no one will ever touch her again.” He ended the call, lifting his gaze toward the distant skyline of Manhattan. In his silver-gray eyes, the possessiveness was deeper than the night itself. Ava Rosier. His sister. His life.

The name meant nothing to me, but the way he said it—a cold distaste—made my stomach clench. “She is… from my past. An ex?, I had no idea Adrian Blackwood had a fiancee. "She chairs the event committee," he continued, "That means she's even more powerful than my cousin, Alexander, and far more dangerous too". "I'll advise you don't fall for her charms, I had a feeling she's not done with me". My brows furrowed “What does that mean?”