The Lost Sisters Novels & Stories

Trista said, as she and her sisters start to circle the girls. “Your first mistake is thinking that I would allow mosquitoes to kill me. Your second mistake is thinking you outnumbered us.” Rayne said, as Misty stepped outta her, carrying a whip of her own. The sisters gasped stepping back, bumping into each other like they were in a horror film. “What are you?” One of the sisters said looking in disbelief. “They're the reason you should have just walked away, but now you about to die.” Charms said peeking around her mother's hips. Lucky pushed her back behind her not wanting the sisters to even look at Charms.

At the Wyatt family in Rivenesco, Lovellia, a handsome young man rushed into the house. Dustin Fox walked into the living room carrying a cake. Five gorgeous women came up to meet him. They were the five stunning sisters of the Wyatt family. The eldest, Amara, was dressed in office attire that did nothing to hide her amazing figure. The second sister, Bella, was cold and distant. Her beauty was marked by a chilling elegance. The third sister, Clara, wore a short skirt and high heels. She was no less than a seductive temptress. The fourth sister, Delia, was in casual dress. Her features were softer but no less pretty. The youngest sister, Elisa, was lively and charming.

“You didn’t appreciate what you had. Now you’re acting like this? For who? “I’m telling you, once you’re overseas, you’d better behave. If you cause any more trouble, don’t even think about coming back!” “Monica! Monica!” Lucas cried as the bodyguards forced him onto the plane. Monica remained unmoved. “You know, the Smiths reached out to Veronica, too. They offered her five million to cut all ties and disappear for good. “That woman loves money. She took it and swore she wouldn’t come back, but kept stirring up trouble in secret. The Smiths found out and sent her packing, taking the money back.

She would ignite a war no one could control. But when she looked across the river at Alexander, she saw a future. A fragile, terrifying hope she couldn’t let go. --- As she walked toward the bank, time slowed down. The icy, relentless water splashed against her boots, testing her strength. Lucien’s hand darted forward, seizing her arm. She sensed the anguish underneath it though his grip was harsh. "Please fight this," he murmured, the anger laced with a deeper emotion. “I lost your mother to their lies. Must I lose you too?”

The Silent Sisters did not throw them into a cell. They were led, their arms held firmly but without anger, through the broken remains of the stronghold. The glowing walls were scarred with black cracks, and the air still buzzed from Liora’s power. The Sisters didn’t speak and their silence was worse than any threat.

He showed me nothing but respect and support, celebrating every success and pulling me into a warm hug whenever I was worn out. With him, I felt a kind of peace and happiness I'd never known before. We rarely talked about the past, but every so often, Lily would mention news about Tristan and Winnie. After Tristan had her dumped in the red-light district, Winnie endured a period that was nothing short of a living hell. In time, she managed to offend someone she shouldn't. Her legs were broken, and she vanished for good. Tristan, too, paid a steep price. Losing me, the former head of intelligence, together with the blow of the Winnie affair, left the Spallones severely weakened.

Emma and Lian get their ankles and wrists tied, and their mouths gagged with clothes before two men heave them over their shoulders and mount the staircase with the wiggling girls. Wincing as I’m forced to my knees, I let my tears flow out freely, and my shoulders shudder ceaselessly. “Aww, did we hurt you that much, Your Highness? I only disclosed the truth, you know” The fiend snickers at me as they take a crouched position before me. With a mean smile and cunning eyes, they press forward pleasantly, “Don’t worry, once we find her, you won’t be alone any longer. It’ll be a heart-warming family reunion between two torn sisters. It’ll be so lovely you won’t cry anymore”.

Marin said, shaking her head. “What exactly do you want?” Lorraine asked again. “We want everything about you, including your life!” After Marin finished her sentence, the four sisters acted at the same time. In just an instant, they surrounded Lorraine, cutting off her escape route. Although they were very weak, they had combat experience. Especially the eldest sister Marin and the second sister Ursa. The two were once peak True Saints who were only one step away from being Sacred Saints. Such powerhouses would also be peak Pre-Saints even if they dropped one level.

"All I know for sure is that she's lying." "Hmm." Vrethie rubbed his chin. "Well you squished her skull and she's still alive so I can only assume she's a PAVE assassin." "I'm not an assassin!" Mika cried. "I don't even have a day's training. I'm an office worker. Admin." "Then why aren't you dead?" Vrethie asked, his face suddenly very close to hers. She stared into those cold blue eyes and lost her train of thought. Even as she tried to backtrack, it was as if the memories were ripped away from her.

The sisters—whose eyes had been blinded—cried tears of blood. "What about the news of the sisters falling in love with a 70-year-old foreigner and eloping with him overseas?" Zagreus looked at me as if he were asking for a pat. "I had the entertainment reporters write those stories. That way, their disappearance is easier to explain!" The Stein sisters "looked down", knowing they had lost. This fate could have befallen them earlier—the brothers had not acted because Lindsay and I were not important enough to them yet.