Three Sisters Novels & Stories

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.

"Very well. After this mission is complete, I will tell you." Kim smiled and held her sister's hand. "We're sisters, Kay. Bear everything together is the right decision." Kay smiled. She sat beside Kim and hugged her. "Is this a free hug?" Hearing that voice, Kay and Kim let go of her arms. They saw Kyra standing in the doorway looking at her two sisters. "Come here, Kyra. It's a free hug you'll love." Kay waved her hand asking Kyra to join. Kyra smiled and immediately ran to hug her two sisters. Families will become very strong when they come together to bear everything together. That's a family for three Stroud women.

And maybe this is the perfect time to introduce myself. Hi, I'm Camilla Riccardo, the third Triplet of the Romano family. Yes, you heard me right….the third triplet. Which sounds simple enough until people meet my sisters. Then they usually spend the next five minutes staring at us like they've accidentally walked into some kind of magic show. My sisters and I have the same face. The exact same face. But believe me, we're nothing alike. Fiorella is the serious one. Marcella is the wild one.

"Oh, you don't have to bother about that. Trust me, nobody is looking at this face." Soon, they started eating. Nobody spoke a word until mid-way when one of his half-sisters, Sharon, raised her voice. "So, Asher's third wife," She began in a mocking tone with a scorned expression. "What is your name?" "My name is Rylie." She replied perfunctorily. "Welcome to the family, Rylie." Sharon smiled.

“Always such a sweet boy. Someday, my dear, I hope you have a child just as sweet.” It was Julia, Misha’s mother, her usually shrill voice tempered by a gentleness I never once heard from her in the three years I’ve been married to her son. And on the blonde women’s other side was Misha’s sister Lena, who touched her own round belly and grinned. “Oh I’m sure Big Sister will have many, beautiful babies, each of them just as sweet as our Misha. Wouldn’t you agree, Brother?” The three women looked up at the two of us, now standing quietly in the doorway. Misha’s spine was straight, his muscles tense.

“Since when did you become a saint for farmers, little brother? They have nothing to do with us! We save ourselves—that’s the priority!” “And precisely because they have nothing to do with us, they don’t deserve to suffer!” Dewangga stood abruptly, his chair crashing backward. “Vivian wants me to come down. She wants me back in her script. If I run again, she’ll burn this mountain just like she burned Puncak.”

"Third sister-in-law. I never thought you were the most courageous one of us. Let's do this. What should we call our spa home?" The first aunt turned towards Lia with expectation in her eyes. Lia then saw three of them trying to enter the screen. She just saw them from far till now. But now she saw their enlarged faces. It was okay if they weren't wearing those masks. "Let's call it, Sisters Day."

The poster mentioned visiting a secluded convent high in the mountains on a spiritual retreat, where they encountered a nun who bore an uncanny resemblance to Whitney. According to the post, she wore a plain gray habit and spent her days in quiet prayer and contemplation. The sharp, commanding edge she once possessed was gone, replaced by a hollow, profound stillness. She had taken a new name in religious life—Sister Perpetua. No matter who asked her about it, she never offered a single response. The thread was filled with endless speculation, but without any concrete proof, it remained nothing more than gossip. As for whether it was true, I couldn't have cared less.

, All the Gracefield Cosmetic Company is the company owned by the late Furgos Gracefield and then handed over to Gilbert Gracefield, who was the father of the three girls and Andrew and the husband of Cecil. The company deals in different brands of cosmetics used almost everywhere in the country. The company is worth about ten billion dollars, of which it has branches all over the country. Macrina, the first daughter, was promoted to the president of the company after the terrible accident their father had last year which left him crippled. She is the only one running the family’s business with the help of her mother, who is the CEO of the company.

My best friend is in a relationship with three men who only because we've all seen the pictures that girls would take or receive from them, know that they have dicks my bestie takes like a fucking champ. If they did something to hurt her or the babies with said dicks, I'm going to chop them off and make them eat them. I’m pissed off at them and worried for her as I walk or better said run into the hospital and towards the reception desk. “I’m looking for my sister” I tell the red headed behind the desk. “What’s your sisters name hun” “Durani Evelyn Lopez” I tell her. “Go down this hall and take a left to the birthing center, you’ll see a few doors that say family waiting rooms, the rest of y