Elle King Sister Novels & Stories

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

"With the last of her strength, she cast a protective blessing over Prince Alex, who still young, and Princess Elena, who had only just been born." Theo expression darkened. "That was why the Merfolk began targeting women," Theo said. "Princess Elena?" Anna blinked. "You mean Alex has a younger sister?" She immediately frowned. "And why would they hate women? Just because women can cast those protective blessings?" "Yes, Your Majesty," Julie replied for both questions. "Princess Elena is His Majesty's only younger sister," Julie continued. "Then... where is she now?" Anna had never heard Alex or Chandra mention another member of their family.

"Public. Specific. No ambiguity whatsoever." He looked at the ceiling briefly. "What did she say." "She called me her sister," Irina said quietly. He looked at her. At her face. At whatever was on it. "Good," he said. Simply. Like it was the only appropriate response to that information. She held his hand. He held hers back. The hospital room did its hospital room thing around them and outside Atlanta went about its Wednesday and somewhere across the city Sasha McKinney was presumably still being available to anyone who wanted to take her up on it and finding, as she'd predicted, that nobody was.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

I didn’t know that one night could ruin everything. If I had known, I would have stayed home. I would have ignored the invitation, ignored the dress laid neatly on my bed, and definitely not ignored the voice in my head telling me that I didn’t belong there. But it was my sister’s engagement party. And she has been there for me even during times I didn’t know I needed someone. And she wanted me there, that alone was enough to make me go. Getting to the venue, it was everything I expected elegant, expensive, and perfect, Just like her.

She gazed at King Finn, who was speechless. "Why?" the king asked, moving closer to her. His voice was gentle. "What have I done wrong to deserve that? Why can't she be with me?" "Really?" she sneered. Why did I feel like she was different? "You forgot so soon." "Did I do anything?" he asked her. "Heh." She laughed. "Can you hear him, sister? He is considering denying what he did." Linda growled. "Are you not the one trying to kill me and my sister just now?"

I did a 360 degree and I must admit, I looked beautiful with or without makeup. “No, you can't attend the breakfast with your bare face. Her Highness and Lady Everest will be there.” Cinder pulled me towards the dresser and I sat down on the single stool. “Who are those people you just mentioned?” I put my bottom lip inside my mouth and licked it, damping the bottom lip. “Ma’am Velvena is the late King’s elder sister. Lady Everest is her only child. They lived in the state for years before coming back to the pack.” Cinder grabbed a brush from the table and started to work on my hair.

Logan made to go to her when she stretched her palm at him and had him froze in motion and went down on his knees. “Looks like you forget who is special and can use her powers here?” She cackled like the evil witch she is. “Did you know she has a sister?” I quizzed at her, glancing down at Linda so she would know who I’m talking about. “The sister was the King’s first mate, and he killed her after she has given birth to his first baby, an omega child. She came here to rescue the child because the King has diabolical plans for the small child.” I sighed as my rage continued building up.

There, on the screen, is King Henry, gracing a charity event with his presence. “He is so sexy,” Aunt Linda comments hungrily, her admiration evident. Heat rushes to my cheeks as memories of our encounter flood my mind. “He is, and he’s awfully sweet,” I admit, unable to suppress a blush. Aunt Linda's scrutinizing gaze falls on me, her suspicions evident. “Have you met him?” she probes, her curiosity piqued. My heart skips a beat, and I stumble over my words. “Uh, he looks awfully sweet, is what I meant to say,” I stammer, attempting to deflect her inquiry.