Three Sisters Island Trilogy Novels & Stories

Spencer, however, was in black! There is a trinket necklace hanging from the picture frame. It’s filled with what looks like pink sand! When I look back at Amory, she explains that for their honeymoon Spencer took her to Harbor Island, which is a naturally pink sand beach in Bermuda. The sand in the necklace is from the beach! That’s extremely well thought out to impress Amory, as well as extravagant! Like, how do you go through all that effort and then cheat on her? It makes no sense. Like you have this woman’s name tattooed across your chest, you can’t even be intimate with anyone without them knowing what your wife’s name is!

“Take me and the three kings to a room. Lock the door. Do not let anyone in for three days.” Elara stared at him. “Rowan, you are not well. Your body is burning. What if something happens to you while you are locked inside? What if you or the kings die? I am not sure this is safe.” Rowan’s eyes, still glowing faintly with gold, met hers without blinking. “Just do it,” he said in that same strange voice. “Move us now. Lock the door. Three days. No one comes in.” Elara hesitated for a long moment. She looked at Alastair, who gave a small nod. Finally she sighed and called for help.

Corie says, rolling her eyes at me. “Roll those eyes at me again granddaughter and I’ll make sure you go back to the future without helping us.” I warn. She immediately clammed up, sealing her lips as if she were locking them with a key and then throwing said key over her shoulder. Women are strange. “The island we are going to is known as the Thrice Cursed Island so you need to be aware of your surroundings. We have never made landfall there, so we don’t know what we will find there. Since we found out that the Moon Goddess and witches are in fact real, we need to be prepared for anything.” William explains.

Cassie trudged up the hill with her sisters, the massive packhouse looming before them. The three of them weren’t particularly tall, but they were strong. With thick auburn hair and hazel eyes. Their faces, arms and legs were largely covered in freckles. A gift from so many days spent out in the sun with the rest of the pack. The sun was fading now, as they walked through the main room and up the stairs to their families’ wing of the house. They shared a kind of suite, with three bedrooms branching off of a small sitting room. The large bathroom could accommodate all of them, but there always seemed to be a fight over its use.

They were the triplets, born right inside the palace walls, and each one was a perfect, wild reflection of their fathers: Danni, Destin, and Dew. One of the girls, Danni, had a radical, stubborn fire in her eyes, her dark hair wild as she pulled a toy away from her sister with a loud shout—the exact match of Rain’s fiery temper. The second girl, Destin, was quiet, her soft amber eyes wide and gentle as she shared her toys without a single complaint—the perfect replica of River’s sweet nature. The third girl, Dew, with her white hair, was calm, moving with a slow, collected authority that belonged entirely to Rex.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Dartmoor Salem gripped my shoulders and grinned, but the distance in his eyes hadn’t gone away. “I must go to them. Tomorrow. Yes.” Oblivious to my fear, he collapsed backwards onto his pillow, and fell asleep once more. I was far too nervous to do the same. I needed answers. So I returned to the library, found the book from before, and continued reading from where I’d left off: The Viscera Sisters are known for establishing trios, finding each other by scent. After a trio has been formed, they may be claimed.

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We see how a light comes out of the chest of the three goddesses and they produce a multi-colored light that surrounds Isabella’s body, slowly entering her. Then Artemis tells her, “Rise Ruby Queen! Rise, protective goddess! We salute you, Athena!” Isabella’s body hits the ground, and we see how she takes a big breath of air. Her chest rises and falls, while her eyes widen. “Isabella!” We shout along with Alec. We run and stand next to her, helping her sit up while we don’t stop kissing her hands. She looks up and sees the triad standing next to her. She frowns and says, “Hmm… If the three of you are here, it means something went terribly wrong.”

"Then your position at the company. You've worked there for five years. Five fucking years of proving yourself and she waltzes back after three years of playing house with that loser husband, and suddenly everyone acts like she never left." "I know." "And now these men." Helen leans forward, her eyes bright with malice. "Three billionaires, and they all want her. It's not fair, Candice. It's not right." "I HATE her," I hiss. The words come out with more venom than I intended but they're true. I hate Isabel Queens. I hate her for being my father's favorite. I hate her for coming back and reclaiming everything she abandoned, I hate her for having three brilliant, gorgeous men fighting over her

“We stop thinking small. Rumors are a spark, but sparks fizzle out when the right wind blows. We need a wildfire, one that consumes Isabella from the inside out. If the world thinks she seduced Damian, fine. Let’s add layers to that lie until no amount of his power can protect her. Let’s stain her reputation so deeply that even love becomes her prison.” Clarissa’s lips curved in amusement. “I do love the sound of that. Isabella, the scarlet woman of the city. It has a certain… permanence.” Helena’s lips twisted into a dark smile, her earlier rage sharpening into cruel delight. “Then we’ll make sure she never forgets that she’s never truly safe, not while we’re around.” The three women clinke