Three Sisters Book Novels & Stories

"Sylvia! Save him! Orson's dying!" The woman following my eldest brother came over quickly. She wore a long gown of silver-white, her brow and eyes cold as the Ancient Law's marks under moonlight. It was my sister, Sylvia, Arbiter of the elven Ancient Law, and the sole heir of our mother's Sacred Spring art.

And all the while, the tree waited for the signal from the hill. Atop this hill lived three women, and of course these women were witches. “Of course” because what else could they be, as they were three women living together without men’s company—always a suspicious action. Men must have lived there once, though no one could remember their names, for these women were grandmother and mother and daughter. There were always a grandmother and mother and daughter, no matter how much time passed, always three but not always the same three. The daughter never seemed to be a child, though of course she must have been once.

I open it and notice the cover is thicker than a normal book cover. I skim over the page and notice all the words are in the ancient text so I hand the book to Kyra. She looks at the book, a small smile forming on her face, and then she begins to read from it. Translating it in English. "There were two sisters. One day their mother asked them to go to a garden and pick her favorite flower. She told them that they would be rewarded when they brought the flower back so both girls eagerly agreed. Two paths lead to the garden. One path had green grass and beautiful flowers that were pleasing to the eye. The other path was dry and barren land, it was a longer route to the garden and had mighty mo

V. I put my boxers on and started to carry the rest of my clothes to my room, and of course I just had to run into Rocky. “So? You did it, had a threesome with my sister and Antonio?” “SHUT UP!!” I say as I keep walking. I get to my door when I see Belinda standing there watching me. “Come on in, sweetheart.” I say as I open my door.

Then she laughed, a soft, humorless sound. "We were so stupid." Jade's lip quivered. "We loved them." Jayla's expression darkened. "And they used us." Jasmine's jaw clenched. "Not anymore." The room was quiet, but this time it didn't hurt. It was powerful. Because for the first time in months, the three sisters weren't arguing. They weren't broken. They weren't blinded by Sarah's lies. Together for the first time they wanted revenge. The Sisters Remember – Piecing Together the Moments

"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.

We're not only friends, but we're also sisters. BOOK ONE -- THE END Next book! BOOK TWO - HIS BETTERHALF Instagram @Itseeratkaur

she answers, "you see, every time I'd awaken and remember everything, there was always one thing I looked forward to the most. One thing that made it all worth it." "What could possibly be worth all that?" I growl. "Why you, my beautiful, independent, strong, little sister." I catch my breath, realising why she looks so familiar. She looks like my mother. Gentle strokes of the wind carry away the Daisys. "It was you. It was you all along." "Yes - for we are the three king of Orion - otherwise known as the three sisters. The prophecy was never about the planets - it was about us. About our union on Lilah's field."

The soup was cooling fast and starting to feel deeply unpleasant against my scalp. And I stood there dripping and something clicked into my brain Eden Thorne. Betrothed to Rook Voss since they were kids Vera Thorne, the eldest. Betrothed to Zade. Lyra Thorne, the youngest. Betrothed to Cal. Three sisters. Three brothers. An arrangement that had probably been signed and sealed before any of them were in secondary school. And then there was me. Standing in a cafeteria full of phones and laughter with hot soup running down the back of my neck, bonded to all three of them by something neither I nor the Voss brothers had asked for.

Renee' "Three Sisters Catering" my sister Jennifer said, her face beaming as she raised her glass of champagne. May it be a smashing success. "And make us happy," my twin, Suzanne, added as our glasses came together with a tink. "Allow us to share our gifts with others," I said, my eyes tearing up as I looked at the happy faces of my two favorite people in the world.