Novel & Cerita The Seven Charismatic Sisters Of Mine

So she had to re-think. How come I'm just thinking about that now? She asked herself. Charity was the seventh child of Uncle Kay, (short for Kayode) She was a bit chubby and light skinned, a beautiful girl with artificial long nails and eye lashes. She was surprisingly the same height with Cookie and looked intimidating but Cookie likes her. Charity looks neat and always added effort to look beautiful. It was the reason why her face was always caked with makeup unlike Cookie who was always on nude makeup or nothing.

After our family went bankrupt under millions of dollars of debt, I risked my life to protect my little sister from the ruthless loan sharks. She, however, floated above the squalor—a saint who treated money like filth. I was beaten half to death trying to guard the last thousands of our savings. Once the money was secured, she handed every last dime to a pitiful distant uncle. I saved us from the goons with a smashed glass bottle, shielding her all the way to the police station. Instead of thanking me, she called me barbaric, insisting I should have sat them down for a civilized conversation. I toiled for months pulling three grueling shifts a day to settle our father’s debts, while she lou

That's what lead to what I call the second event, the one that changed everything. Before I tell you about that I should tell you about my sister Charlotte. I mean I already told you she was friendly, perky and beautiful but she was also my biggest supporter and closest friend. When Dad or the church elders went too far trying to drive the devil from me, it was Charlotte who would sneak into my room and doctor my welts, bruises and scrapes. That was the only act of disobedience my "perfect" little sister ever performed. Other than that, she really was the perfect child. She obeyed without hesitation, she smiled even when doing the worst jobs given to her and she was kind and friendly to ever

Mothers and daughters were supposed to have the most intimate bond, but for me, just seeing a call from her made me sick. My phone rang three times before I finally took the call. "Are you dead?" Mom screeched at me. "Why the heck did you take so long to answer the phone? You're bloody useless, you know that? Why are you always unreachable when something happens, huh? You might as well be dead for all I care!" That was precisely what she thought of me. I was so useless that I might as well be dead. Thus, when my younger sister, Amy Lockwood, had kidney problems, she insisted that I donate my kidney to Amy.

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

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!

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.

“Now that everyone hates me, I just want some time to myself and do some self-reflection. When I’m not here, Julian darling has to work hard to get Charmine, alright?” Tiffany paused slightly, and continued in an even sweeter voice, “Although Sister had lost her chastity, gave birth, and recently became Anthony’s mistress, she’s still an amazing person. If you could be with her, even if it’s not for her assets, it’d be much better than being with me…”

Short black hair wasn't just a style; it was a statement, and you couldn't just walk out looking like a mess. "She thinks the King and Queen actually care what she looks like," my step-sister hissed to the other two harpies. They weren't really my sisters; none of us were blood-related, but surviving near death together apparently made us family. Or so the world thought. The world was wrong. My three "sisters" were inseparable, a trio of toxic clones. Me? I was the outlier. The weird one with purple eyes and hands that occasionally shot out dangerous light. "A gift from the moon goddess," they said. It's more like a curse.

Seven’s parents were warm and welcoming, and I felt like I was already a part of their family. I met his elder brother, his wife, and Catherine. Seven’s little sister. She fell in love with me the moment she set her eyes on me. Laughter filled the room as we chatted then, a lady arrived who I’m so sure is Seven’s twin sister Kenzie. The one I saw in a picture on his phone. Their heels clicked the floor. She arrived with her friend Jasmine, and the atmosphere shifted. The instant her eyes landed on me, her expression turned cold. But I swayed it aside and stood up to greet her, but shockingly, she bypassed me entirely, rushing to hug Seven instead.