Three Sisters: A Novel Novels & Stories

she said carefully, “you used to swear you would never accept anyone else’s claim.” “That was years ago,” I said. “I was young.” Then, because I needed the refusal to sound final, I added, “Besides, someone else intends to claim me. He’ll be bringing his own bond papers soon.” That startled her badly enough that she shot me a sharp look before turning back to Rowan with a strained smile. “If Clara isn’t willing, there’s nothing I can do,” she said. Then her gaze shifted to my sister. “What about Ivy? She’s cared for you just as much.”

And there, trapped at the center of the chamber, knelt three women. The Triad Sisters. Their silver hair was dull. Their skin was marked with bruises and spell burns. Dark Obsidaris chains gripped their wrists, ankles, even their throats. Their eyes glowed faintly, flickering like dying stars. They were suffering. Truly suffering. Their pain pressed on me like a heavy weight. I tried to step closer, one step, then another, but the chains shined, and a shadow rose behind them. Silas. He turned toward me, his eyes red with rage...

Three mates! My breath caught in my throat as the realization struck like lightning: I was mated to all three of them. “Darcy…” The icy one growled, making me flinch slightly. “What the hell is this?” “Meet Isabella, our new stepsister.” Darcy said with a mild tone. “Is that why the bond snapped?” The golden-haired one muttered under his breath, staring at me like I was a ghost. The tension in the air became suffocating.

IVY “Of course you're going to live with me. Did you expect to live in your father's house as a married woman?” he said, looking into my eyes as he called me a married woman. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. This man seemed to enjoy teasing me. It hadn't been 30 minutes since I signed the contract, and I was already rethinking my decision. “You have to give me time to pack up,” I said, and he raised a brow. I knew he wasn't going to budge. “But I have to get my things!” I repeated. He looked like he didn't hear me. I wanted to pull my hair out in frustration. I couldn't see how I'd be able to live with this man. After what seemed like an hour, he finally spoke. “My driver will t

"Through thick and thin, through joy and sorrow. We're a team, a trio, unbreakable and unstoppable." The three sisters held each other tightly, their hearts beating as one, their love and loyalty shining brighter than any star in the sky. In a few minutes, Hazel would become the Luna, but in that moment, she was already a queen in their eyes, a queen of their hearts. * The atmosphere was electric, the air pulsating with anticipation as the pack eagerly awaited the arrival of their new Luna. The grounds were abuzz with excitement, and the rocky terrain transformed into a vibrant celebration zone. Pack members of all ages mingled and laughed, their faces aglow with joy.

It wants to crush the brothers. As I sit here, still and hungry, stressed and worried, I’m patiently waiting for the time when I’ll have my last laugh. I’ll be their undoing. The two double-handled doors clank as they open for the entrance of the triplets’ mistresses, the same ones: Clara, Alana, and Lyra. Waltzing in with grace, the sun brightening their porcelain skin, my eyes squinted at them. “What is...”

I filled my glass up one last time and went to recline in a couch, the two ladies in clear view of me. I nodded my head at the red haired one. "You, what's your name?" "Lyla," she answered. Lyla. Kyla. Either this was a beautiful coincidence or they were shitting me. "Two of you are friends?" The one thing that usually killed the mood about threesomes was a situation where the ladies involved were perfect strangers and had no chemistry whatsoever. It made everything feel forced and boring and made me want to get the whole thing over and done with. "We are twin sisters."

“No, Lauren, I never—” “You just said that there were only three of them, that there were always three. One grandmother, one mother, one daughter. And since in your story all of them died, including the daughter’s baby, we couldn’t be related to them. So your story is just a lot of bullshit.” Lauren clapped her hand over her mouth. She only ever swore to herself, or maybe when she was around Miranda, but never in the presence of an adult. “That’s right,” Nana said calmly, ignoring Lauren’s curse. “I did say that. What I didn’t say was that when the first three witches, the very first of them all, settled here, the oldest woman had a sister that did not come to live with them. She and

Running my fingers through my hair I fix the sisters with a glare. “What about the wolf?” Well, she’s not really a wolf considering she doesn’t have a wolf. Not that that matters at this moment. I just want to get this meeting over with so I can get back to Jamari. The three sisters give me a knowing smile as if they were able to hear my thoughts. But that’s not possible, right? I pull my mind out of my thoughts so I can focus on the women in front of me. Mythology has painted the three fates as three little old hags, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. All three sisters are beautiful to look at, tall and slender. It’s the missing eyeball that is creepy as hell.

“They were triplets.” “Wait, what? Three sisters slept together. Okay, more info than I wanted to know. But I mean…go, Brian!” “Paper-thin walls, Cassie!” She yells, waving her hands in the air as a pissed-off person would. “I heard every damn time he shoved his…yeah! Into a woman! And I’m his fucking sister so it really fucked with me when he brought home his triplets. I never left a house so fast in my life.”