Three Sisters Novels & Stories

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

He handed it to me silently, and I understood why. It was a photograph. Old, faded, the edges worn from handling. It showed Elizabeth's mother, the healer who had saved my life, who I'd mourned when she died, standing beside another woman I didn't recognize. She was tall, elegant, with sharp features and eyes that seemed to look right through the camera. But what made my heart stop, what made the world tilt on its axis, was the third person in the photo. My own mother. They were all smiling, arms around each other, clearly close friends. Sisters, almost. On the back, written in faded ink that had bled slightly with age: "The Three Sisters - Together we are uns

I filled my glass up one last time and went to recline in a couch, the two ladies in clear view of me. I nodded my head at the red haired one. "You, what's your name?" "Lyla," she answered. Lyla. Kyla. Either this was a beautiful coincidence or they were shitting me. "Two of you are friends?" The one thing that usually killed the mood about threesomes was a situation where the ladies involved were perfect strangers and had no chemistry whatsoever. It made everything feel forced and boring and made me want to get the whole thing over and done with. "We are twin sisters."

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

Davina’s head slammed against the side of the cart as the wheel passed through a deep rut in the dirt road leading to the clearing that was called the witch’s circle. It was an open space in the forest where they burned women suspected of practicing magic. Frustration consumed her when she tried to reach up to comfort her head and discovered that her wrists were bound together and then tied to a ring that was secured in the side of the cart. Her feet were also bound.

Before she could talk about him to her sister, Phidel jolted up on a sudden impulse – hastily grabbing her bag from the arm of her desk as she scampered off. “Hey, where are you going?” She muttered in one breath, rushing after her sister as she caught up with her in the hallway which was starting to get busy once again. “Following them.” Phidel answered, tilting her head towards the three familiar figures who were about a distance ahead of them. “I need to find evidence to pin them down or better still play this game with them.” She replied. ******

’, Fabian broke into a plethora of praises for her. Argus’ eyes were glistening with tears of love and pride. ‘May the three Fates make your life happy and colorful, my sister’, he bowed down with a wide smile. But Lachesis, the middle one of the three Sisters Of Fate, had added more colors to their already variegated lives. The silence of the night with the rhythmic trotting of their horses was broken by loud cacophonic shouts and laughter from behind. Being the tallest of the three, Argus could see a group moving towards them with wild eyes, flames held high and swords were drawn. Wild laughter ringed the night sky.

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.

She didn't know that all three of us were Alpha. “No, I am an Alpha of this pack, so is Gage. Byron is Alfa of this pack as well, but he is also Alpha of all Alphas…” I watch her process this information. “Wait… You guys are the triplet Alphas? I know you guys look almost identical. How did I miss that? Holy fuck! I just fucked a king. I had three Alphas in me. I told you to Fuck me… I feel mortified.” Her whole face turned red as she realized what was actually happening.

94 (Kathryn’s POV) The camp was already tense from the last few days, but when three figures emerged from the treeline just after dawn, the air seemed to thicken even more. They didn’t walk so much as arrive like the forest had decided to let them through. All three were women, tall, confident, their eyes carrying that same strange, ageless sharpness Lena’s did. Lena strode forward to meet them, her black skirts snapping in the breeze. “Sisters,” she greeted, clasping each of them by the forearms.