Novel & Cerita Three Sisters: A Novel

“Adonis wanted him to clear it out but he just wouldn’t listen. He still blames himself for not saying the right thing to his sister the night before she killed herself.” “I cannot imagine the burden it weighs on him,” I muttered. Bella held my shoulder and mused, “Both the brothers need some change in their surroundings, which is why they have been planning to move into the mansion in Rhode Island.” “What?” “They made a huge mansion to move into when they married, so they could have a big family together.” She grinned, completely shaking off the sad aura she had just moments ago. “How does it sound?” “A bit heavy,” I answered honestly. “But I think it’s a good idea.”

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

She winks and follows her sisters. “What the fuck was that and who were they?” Mason mumbles next to me. “Ashe the first…” “I know who she is… I meant the women,” He nods at the door they passed through. “I have no idea,” I reply. I remember vaguely Lamia talking about three sisters and Kellen recalling his time in Bhakhil when he was visited by three women who bestowed gifts upon him. Could they be the same three women? “Nymphs. Daughters of Morrigan.” Mathias answers our question.

I held it as carefully as he held all of mine. When we walked back to the house in the long evening light his hand was in mine and he was quieter again, the comfortable quiet, the replenished one, and I was thinking about the three of them and the different things they each offered and how the three different things were not versions of the same thing but genuinely different things that together made something no single one of them could make alone, and how the moon had understood something in giving me all three that I was only beginning to understand myself. The silver light was warm in my chest. Nyssa moved through me with the satisfaction of a wolf who had been watching a long reckoning

she looks like Fiorella too. My God. How can three women look this identical? Is that even possible? I have heard of siblings looking alike…twins, obviously…. even triplets. But three women with the same face? Three completely unrelated women? I stare at her harder. Maybe there is some tiny difference I'm missing, so I take my time to really study her again, but there's nothing different. Even the shape of her face is almost frighteningly familiar. I rub my forehead. What exactly is happening to me?

the midwife informed the equally pale sisters. “Wait, can’t you see that my sister is sick? Help her! Eliza demanded. “I'll be right back and help her,” Nan spat, as if she was doing a great favor and not doing her job. “Now the main thing is to introduce him to the family and show him to the priest. When the door slammed shut behind the midwife, the confused Eliza took her sister by the hand and began to pray to the Firstborn. She was two years older than Malia, she herself had recently married and even dreamed of children until that day. But not now.

I say as I make the introductions. The women appear to be triplets. The one in the center speaks, her voice is warm and welcoming. "Hello Luna Iokaste, we know who you are. I'm Sister Penny, this is Sister Rachel and Sister Celia. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Are you ready to learn more about who you are?” “Yes, yes I am." I reply as confidently as I can muster. All three women reach out their hands.

Everything was happening at the same time now. Flower needs a bone marrow donor as soon as possible and her mother's company owned by Thomas and Melisa is on the verge of bankruptcy. Josephine did not want and could not remain silent. She must act. She will not rely on her father and half-sister's luck to help Flower, but she will try to find the man who planted the seeds of the triplets that night in her womb and while doing so, Josephine will also reclaim her mother's company as it is her inheritance.

said the third. Flora faced the three sisters and backed away from them. “Leave us alone!” cried Flora, holding on to Nadi. “Go back from where you came from!” “Go back from where you came from…” one of the sisters mocked Flora, exaggerating her intonation. “She looks scared, sister,” said the second sister. “I like them scared,” said the third sister. Suddenly, all three sisters pounced at Flora and pushed her and Nadi to the ground.

Why not just take us there directly? "Good afternoon," say three voices in unison. "We hope you all had a wonderful time at home and, of course, enough rest, as we are about to start our second term." I look toward the source of the voices to be astonished by what I see. Standing in the middle of the crowd are three beautiful dark skinned women. Sisters, I presume. Triplets, to be exact. They’re so identical that only their eyes tell them apart. "Well," they continue, "we hope you’ve said your goodbyes to your family because it’s time to go."