The Seven Charismatic Sisters Of Mine Novels & Stories

Catharina said softly, walking over to give me a quick hug. Catharina was everything I could’ve wanted in a sister—gorgeous, kind, with words that made you feel better no matter what. Her presence had made staying in this house bearable, and knowing the two Montalvo sisters, except for Evalyn, who always had something snide to say, had made everything easier. Sabrina, too, had been like a dream sister. “Stunning, I love your dress, everything,” Erisha said, her voice full of excitement. “Are you okay?”

Charis Jennings glared and snapped, "Percy is such a shameless idiot. He really thinks he's some kind of king who can pick through the seven of us as if we were prizes? I swear I'm going to let him have it." The other five sisters were just as furious, and the group stormed out together to wait for me outside the hall. I had barely stepped through the door when I ran straight into all seven sisters. They were all glaring at me as if they were ready to tear me apart. The first to speak was Kara, the woman I had married in my past life. "Percy, don't think that you're a bigshot just because we allowed you to choose from us. You're nothing special."

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

I close the book slowly. “I grew up with a sister,” I finally say. “Isabell. My half-sister. Called me a freak every day. Clara my stepmother pretended I didn’t exist. And my father?” My throat tightens. “He never looked at me like I mattered. I don’t think you understand me even if you had eleven brothers…I am not someone you can just love” Charlie looks up at me, eyes softening. “Beatrice, I like you for you, don’t let anyone fool you into anything else, and you know, Velan… people like him are tyrants”

“Different.” I turned, spatula in hand, staring at the two tiny humans I’d carried home in my body five years ago and who had since officially stolen all my sleep and most of my sanity. “Maxime Rafaello Gómez,” my voice jumped half an octave, the Latina tone snapping out on its own. “If you make your sister fall again, I swear you’re having steamed broccoli for breakfast for a month!” He glanced back, those too-familiar blue eyes blinking with pure guilt. “But I’m hungry,” he protested. “And Issa is very annoying.”

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.

Or has it accommodated many other victims? "It's just an abandoned church," I said, still trying not to say it all through my face. My mask has to come in handy at a time like this, and it takes extra hard work because, apparently, my sister's fiancé has a seventh eye that allows him to see the natural face behind my lies. "I never knew there was such a dangerous church." "You don't know anything." he whispered in front of my face. His scent invaded all my cells, igniting something when his gaze kissed my skin hotly. I stretched.

Because I’m the only one who can unlock his fuel. She clutched the front of Killian’s shirt, her knuckles turning white. “I never asked for this. My father thought he was giving me a gift, but it feels like a curse. I have forty sisters down there who look like me, and they are all looking at me to save them. But who is going to save me?”.

Three other figures with the same cloaks stood close by. “He’s here,” she whispered to the other three. They all took off their hoods. They all had similar facial features, the small faces and the overworked hands. As I entered, they all had smiles on their faces. “These are my sisters. Gloria, Gemma, Genesis. We are going to combine our powers to relieve you of this black magic. It is strong and it will be difficult to rid of your body.” My body towered over the four. They all stood back a few steps, realizing the height at which I stood.

Men could break your heart, but sisters… sisters didn’t. "Thank you, my queen." She smiled at me, taking my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze of encouragement. "Always, my angel." I was truly grateful to the goddess for at least giving me Charlene.