Novel & Cerita Eric Northman Sister

He said all of a sudden. “Who?” “Lena, your sister. What about her? What are you doing about her?” Ronan halted, turning to face Eric with a smile on his face. “She's fine as you can see and she’s going to be fine. How did you know? Were you doing some digging about her?” “You asked me to find where she is, we were looking for her together, and I did that. That’s how I got to know Ronan.” Eric replied as he bowed to him.

—then he smiled. James watched me with a bland expression. I smiled at him, his facial muscles did not even twitch. He took out his phone out of his pocket and walked into the hallway his mother disappeared into. Jacob introduced us to Erin and Edwin, his younger twin siblings who looked nothing like him and James. They had rare blond hair and very fair skin. Josephle, a girl with dark chocolate skin, chubby cheeks and an afro, dressed in an oversized sweater and baggy jeans and Gabe, a lanky, acne-ridden boy with a shaved head and an immature goatee.

Responsibility was something he valued more than anything, and Eric was stepping up. "Who is the mother?" Eleanor asked, leaning forward, practically bouncing in her seat with feigned curiosity. She looked eager, like a cat watching a mouse walk into a trap. Eric turned his gaze to his sister, his eyes sharp. He didn't trust her sudden interest, but he had nothing to hide anymore. "Her name is Autumn Martins," he said. The name hung in the air, confirming the beginning of a new war within the Kingston walls.

"It contained... everything. Helena's affairs, her manipulation, the illegal surrogacy arrangement. It also proved I knew nothing. So really, the police had nothing, and they never did." Mom's jaw tightened. "I always knew there was something off about that woman. The way she looked at you, Hunter, not like a wife looks at her husband, but like she'd acquired something valuable." "Iris," Dad warned quietly, but his eyes said he agreed. He looked at Grace, knowing that Helena had been her sister, and they didn’t want to hurt her. But no one could hurt Grace as badly as her own family had. "They caught the person that killed Helena, right?" Dad said, leaning forward in his chair.

“She confirmed something for me.” A pause. “You were right, Alec. The veiled woman is Nyx’s sister and her name is Xena.” Raven let out a slow, quiet curse. Alec’s jaw clenched. Jason straightened, eyes widening slightly. Only the elders remained still, their brows beginning to furrow in confusion. “That’s not all,” I continued, because I couldn’t stop now. “There’s something else I’ve suspected for a while, but I didn’t want to bring it up until I was sure.”

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

She looked at me with the specific expression she used when she had information she had held for the correct amount of time and the time had arrived. "Emric's sister," she said. "Your father's sister. She left the territory when he was twelve. There was a falling-out with the family that neither of them ever fully resolved. She took a different name." She paused. "She has a daughter. The daughter has a daughter. The great-granddaughter is twenty, and she is in the eastern territories, and she is on Cass's list." I was very still. "Which capacity," I said.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

My temperature rose and plummeted over and over again as we waited for Nerrian to get into the room. There was a knock on my door, and Tohr was at it in two steps throwing it open. Erik was on the other side, his voice terse as he spoke to Tohr in quick hisses. Tohr replied quickly, and it sounded like he was denying whatever it was that Erik was saying. "Look, Tohr, that is my sister. I am not denying you your rights, but do not deny me mine. She is not your mate yet," Erik demanded in a very low tone.