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The Moon Sailors

Esmee, Savannah and Claudia had thought they had seen it all. A happy home, a divorce, an abusive father and psychotic stepmother. Forced to be Cinderellas in their own home. Their stepbrothers, Jeremy, Joshua and James didn't have it much better either. And then came the arranged marriages, shrouded in fate. Forced to live in a new reality, and to overcome obstacles both in the outside world and inside their own homes, time will tell whether they will survive. Esmee, the oldest sister, is married first. But her new world is hiding a secret that she is the key to unlock the first door in the sibling's search. For what? No one really knows. It could be for money, but why would some need that when the power of the Moon Bearer is far more valuable? Savannah, the middle sister, is married next. The most timid out of the group, she is stepping into a world that will test her strength more than it has ever been tested before. Will she survive? Probably not. Will she be transformed? Absolutely. After all, there is really only one way to become the Sun Dancer. Jeremy is the oldest brother, arranged to marry the music superstar Peia Jet. But what if Peia wanted to leave the music industry? How will their lives change, and who will pay the price?

Abi_Hebb · Urban
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49 Chs

3.5: The Crash

"Hey, I just got an email from one of the labs that I contacted earlier." Jeremy said as he approached Peia, who was writing on her laptop. "They have a spot available for us to come and meet with them today, do you want to go?" 

"Absolutely."  She replied, closing down her laptop, before getting up to get her shoes off the shoe rack and collecting the box of clothes off the coffee table. "Let's go." 

The incessant rattle of her cell door made Penelope think that one of the torture methods that Drobi had sanctioned was to wake prisoners from their dreams. Weakly, she took the meal that she had been handed and ate it. How long had she been here? How many days had passed in the human realm? She could barely remember who she was, and why she was there, let alone keep a count of the days that had passed.