Three Sisters: A Novel Novels & Stories

Dust covered cobwebs criss-crossed across the length of the ceiling, thick and ancient. And, more importantly, Scarlet got her first proper look at the three strange women. In the yellow light they appeared much younger. Their white shawls looked golden, and the mistiness had disappeared from their eyes, revealing that each had a different colored iris. “Who are you?” Scarlet said. “We are the beginning,” the first woman said. Her voice no longer cracked but was as smooth as honey. Her eyes sparkled azure. “We are the end,” the second sister said, her emerald eyes glinting.

I sat there in the rain and thought about a girl of thirteen in a room in the east going through nine hundred pages with a candle trying to find out the names of women she had never seen and could not help. “Where is the third book now?” I said. “In the cart.” She jerked her head back at the boards behind her. “Under the load line. It is the only thing in there that matters, and nobody has ever tried to take it off me because nobody knows what it is.” “They took a girl off you at four in the morning.”

Damn it, I thought it might be her mother, that even though she didn't know if she was alive or not, she was still trying to live for her, in hopes that she'll get to see her one day. “She was one of the oldest girls in that place we called hell,” she went on, staring blankly at the floor. I could tell she wasn't here; she’s gone back to the dark place. “She has been there three years before me and she was the pillar to the youngest girls, especially me. She was really close to me and saw me as her sister. She shielded me from the little things she could. When I first came, I was scared, and I cried every day when I was supposed to be… working.”

I said, trying to keep any emotion out of my voice, " and I am feeling so much better, thanks for asking." "You are very much welcome," she said sounding genuine, I pictured her friendly face lighting up, "I think I agree with your sister though. About the love triangle, that is." I did not know what to say in reply so I kept quiet and chewed on my lower lip. It was easy for me to be attracted to both of them because they are very attractive. They had the same features; the same beautiful almond, hazel eyes, the same full, bow-shaped pink lips, unruly brows and curly hair. They had the same tall, slight built with just enough muscle and smoky, mellifluous voice. The fact that James was brood

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

"What? Why is that so strange? Surely you remember something from our world." She shook her head, staring at the three of them, unable to understand what they were saying. In whatever world she was in, women could have three husbands? The three of them shared a look; before turning to stare at her expectantly. Soon, she was explaining who she knew herself as, where she came from, her job, and her life. Most of all, she explained how this was not the world she knew. An uncomfortable silence fell over the small camp before Zion placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes serious. She hoped if she were to die, it would not be like this, she thought, with fear clogging her throat.

When doubts occur, only one thing is certain I want you. That wish is bigger than I thought. I don't even know how to cure a chest that keeps pounding fast. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 At midnight, the lights in the room where the three Stroud sisters were staying were still on. Now the three Stroud women are sitting on the floor. Their gaze is wary of each other. "One. Two. Three." Kyra gave the go-to.

Mariam clutched Tessa’s arm as they laughed, and Tessa felt a sudden warmth, a sense of sisterhood born out of shared suffering. “Then it’s decided,” Ayisha said, scooping up the notes. “We’re no longer beggars. We’ll rent a place, start afresh.” *** By late afternoon, the three women found themselves in a modest neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. The streets were narrow, with lines of small shops selling vegetables, used clothes, and fried snacks. Children played barefoot soccer, and women in wrappers shouted greetings from across balconies. It was noisy, chaotic, but alive—and alive was exactly what they needed.

Charli D’Amico never expected to become the captive of a Syndicate kingpin. Elijah Holder is the Head of the Snake. Ruthless, powerful, and feared by everyone who knows his name. He is her captor. She should hate him. She should want nothing more than to escape. Instead, Charli falls hopelessly in love with the man holding her prisoner, pulling her sisters into a world of dangerous men. Because sometimes the most dangerous man in the room is the one who makes you feel safest.

I pull out slow, stand, fix my sweatpants. She opens her eyes. Pure black. Then they fade back to blue. She smiles with Samantha’s mouth. Three bodies now. And the house is still asleep. Perfect.