Novel & Cerita Hunter King Sister

HARRY Oh, crap! No way, it's not her. My sister has been gone for a long time! It's impossible to believe she's my sister. Fuck! I was hit by the steering wheel and had to rush back to the Imperial Estate. Harry Standord, also known as Harry Ceasar Imperial, is my real name, and I'm an agent on a mission to find out who murdered my sister. I still had to hide my identity in order to find the person who killed my younger sister and took her away.

I breathed in and out, then started lecturing my explanation – not that I was going to lie. "The female vampire that my sister was about to kill is Michael's twin sister. By Michael, I mean Michael Aldonold Dunkan, son of Lorcan Aldonold Dunkan – the vampire king. All attentions were to engage our pack in serious issues, and to make us look like the villains whom they've always claimed stole their moonstone…" I posed for a while, and before I re-opened my mouth. My father spoke instead of me. "And what should this story do with today's incident. Why did you attack your sister?"

Back then, she still felt like my sister. That scar was the one proof I had left that once, a long time ago, she had loved me. Please, I thought. Look at it. Please recognize me. Her phone rang again. This time, it was Aunt May. "Serena, honey, is Adrian with you? He hasn't answered me in days, and I'm starting to worry." After our parents died, Aunt May was the only one who still slipped me hot meals, folded bills, and quiet kindness when no one was looking.

What had they said just now? Bed-crawler, marriage-thief, lowborn trash, little lover. Now the memory projection showed it plainly. That wasn't a woman sneaking into a carriage. That was a brother picking his little sister up to bring her home. Sylvia said coldly, "Vera. Sister of Theron, heir to the Divine Court. The youngest sister Drake raised himself. And one of the two twin ruined-bloods who sacrificed most of their divine blood for us when the star sea collapsed." She looked at Orson again. "Orson. Her twin brother, and the other one who made that sacrifice. The fool of a lover you all spoke of is the Divine Court's own brother, the brother the three of us owe our lives to."

Nicholas stood amidst the dissolving fantasy, a king in a ruined kingdom. My driver, a discreet man paid from my mother’s accounts, spoke softly. “He’s on the move. Heading inland.” “Follow him. Not too close.” We trailed his black SUV to the Golden Lotus, an exclusive, members-only spa and bathhouse known to be a clearinghouse for gossip and deals for the city’s wealthy and dangerous. It was owned by a Korean syndicate, neutral territory. Isabella loved it here; she felt it gave her an “international mystique.”

“It must be a shame, because you are forced to obey your younger sister. It's unfair, don't you think? the king asked with mock sympathy. “Your Majesty... “Leave me alone, Magnus, you can call me by my first name. After all, we will soon be related, - carefully looking at Augustus, the king said. "It's a great honor for me," Reid bowed. "But what do you mean by kinship?" - I'm going to marry your sister. “But, your Ve...Marner, you don't understand, Augusta will never marry someone not gifted with darkness. These are our traditions,” Reid drawled apologetically. “Your traditions are interesting, my friend,” the king said thoughtfully. “The woman is in power, while her older brother is only a

She came to pour out her emotions. “The only hair you’re allowed to take interest in, is my sister’s Katherine. I don’t care if you defeated me now, but the day you break her heart is when I kill you.” Fang chuckled, at her walking stance as she ducked, coming out of the ring. *** To Fang, the princess Katherine, had always been like a sister. A little sister he swore to protect. She was part of the throne anyway, so he didn’t seem like he had a choice. Yet…

especially since toward the end of Beth's life, there had been those so terrified of this man that they refused to speak his name. Daniel. Daniel Heether, the younger brother of the man she was supposed to marry, the youngest son of the Heether family. This was the young man who called her 'sister-in-law' now, and in just a handful of years, would bathe in the blood of countless werewolves, snarling and cackling over their corpses. Beth swallowed hard, remembering the feral yellow eyes she had seen of him once.

Angelina anxiously inquired, her eyes darting around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. "Fear not, sister-in-law. My brother will be here very shortly," Audrey, the star of the evening, joined the conversation, wearing her elegant custom-made white gown. She winked at her best friend, indicating the title she had just bestowed upon her. Angelina blushed, while her father chuckled in recognition. "My child, you shouldn't utter such things openly. Many might get the wrong impression that my daughter is a homewrecker. Let's not forget, your brother is still married," Mr. Sanchez spoke with a pretentious air, hoping to evoke a reaction from Silvia and Audrey.

Kieran turned his head and kissed his wife's forehead. "You don't have a love rival, not in the past, not now, and not in the future. Val, the person I'm looking for is your younger sister-in-law." "What?" Valerie looked up in shock. She had a younger sister-in-law? The Kingsleys only had two sons. She never knew that they had another daughter. "So last time, when we were in your office, and you told me someone had left you, that woman wasn't your ex, but your sister?"