Three Sisters Novels & Stories

Hearing the familiar voice, I shuddered. It was Tiana Wells, Andrew's sister-in-law. Memories of my suffering flooded my mind at the sight of this vile woman. I lunged at her, biting and kicking her as I screamed at Andrew, "It was her! She killed me! Andrew, you have to avenge me." But all my efforts were in vain—no one could hear me. Tiana walked right through my spirit and strode into the yard. She motioned for an old man behind her to show himself, gesturing to him to speak.

Zelda burst into the room. “Brie” she shouted I blinked. “What on earth—?” “You need to hear this!” she exclaimed, nearly bouncing with excitement. I sighed. “Can it wait?” “No! Absolutely not.” She slipped inside, shutting the door behind her, and revealed a bundle of clothes hidden under her cloak. Her eyes were wide with excitement. “The triplet Alphas of the Obsidian Fang pack are in town. Triplets, Brie And they’re, gods help me—too gorgeous for words. They’re all tall, gorgeous. They are carved like warriors out of stone. I nearly fainted just hearing about them.”

he spat, I studied their faces, disappointment engraved in them, “I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words hollow and meaningless. “I’ll try to fix this. I promise.” “Your sister would never have let this happen.” Mom accused, her gaze narrowing with criticism. My sister mocked, “She wouldn’t have let it happen because she isn’t weak,” her voice smooth as silk. Her smile widened as she added, “Maybe Draco mated the wrong twin.” Their words burned like spirit on an open wound. I flinched, tears stinging my eyes. My entire life had been a cycle of rejection, of never measuring up to her. The perfect twin with her flawless smile and effortless grace.

“Sienna, this is Vera, my best friend.” The words “best friend” suddenly struck me sharply. Right, he had always seen me as a best friend and a sister. It wasn’t because he was scared to risk his feelings on me and make it official—but it was because he had never seen me that way. My heart ached at the sudden realization that I’ve been foolish for holding onto hope all this time. “Hi, Sienna! I’m Vera,” forcing myself to smile and extend my hand. “Oh my! I finally met you!” she exclaimed. “My Theo has always talked about how he sees you as a sister! Right, babe?”

"It'll be adorable until she starts answering herself out loud." "I do not." "You did yesterday." The three of us laugh together. After a moment, another question forms inside me. "Celeste, are Amara, Sara and Elara really gone?" Silence answers me for several seconds. Then Celeste speaks. "No." I stiffen. "They're alive?" "Not alive. But not gone either." I don't understand. "The three sisters weren't ordinary souls. They were fragments of the original Mana Queen. When they died, those fragments naturally returned to their rightful owner."

Liam let out a soft laugh and playfully tousled my hair. "Selena, it's been ten years. You've grown distant from me!" I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his hand away. "Ugh, you've ruined my hair again!" It was as if we had been transported back to the days when the three of us were thick as thieves. Once my fever recovered, Liam stuck by my side, helping me pick up all the essentials I needed to get by.

She kept her eyes on the table. "Take your time," Floyd said to her. Quietly. The way she spoke to people who had been carrying something for too long. Maya pressed her lips together. Then she said: "My sister's name was Kelly. Kelly Harris." She stopped. Steadied herself. "She died three years ago. They called it a suicide." The room was very still. "And you don't believe it was," Floyd said.

Her hands, visible at the edges of the sheet, were curled into fists. She'd fought. She'd tried to live. And someone had held her under until she stopped. "That's her," Alexa said. Her voice didn't shake. That surprised her. "That's my sister." She reached out and touched Alice's hair. Still soft. Still dark. Still Alice. But her fingers froze halfway through the second stroke.

“I’m pretty sure Beau Frost is way too sweet for your tastes.” Claire licked her lips. “I really won’t know until I lick him, will I?” I snorted a laugh. “You’re insatiable. You already have poor Ash pining after you.” “Like you should talk. You have three fated mates.” She held up three fingers to emphasize her point. “Three. Maybe I should get myself a man harem.” She cocked her head as if she were actually considering it. “Great idea,” I teased. “Let’s see… who would be in your man harem? Definitely Ash, maybe Beau, and,” my gaze flicked over those in the courtyard, “Grey?”

She might be 5'1 or 5'0. She short likes me. Then I see the other girls. I think they could be twins, but they have different hair colors. One has brown hair and green eyes, and the other has black hair with blue eyes. They are all three beautiful with glasses. Like me, well, not the beautiful part, but he has glasses. I wonder why they're here. But then I see in their hands stuff in boxes and their suitcase on the ground right beside them in front of me.