Hunter King Sister Novels & Stories

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

Just as her palm was about to descend, a voice from the doorway barked, "Stop! Lay a hand on her, and I'll chop off your hand." Her arm froze midair, and she stepped back instinctively. A few bodyguards barreled in, pushing the servants aside and forming a protective circle around me. I saw who had come and, despite everything, couldn't help a rueful smile. My brother hurried over, sizing me up. When he saw the wound on my forehead, he turned grim and shouted at everyone in a dark, furious voice, "How dare you all bully my sister?!"

I opened the door and walked out and faced the reporters. “Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.”

“I'm Dalena, Raven's sister.” The king suddenly smiled. “Yes, I remember. Her name is Raven.” I hate the way he says my sister's name. He deliberately elongated the first syllable, as if he were missing her. “I remember you were witches. You were supposed to live in the south. Why did you come to my palace?” The king was sick, but his eyes were still sharp. “I want to know what happened 18 years ago. My Sister is a clear-headed person, she won't be coaxed by a few sweet words from a man. What did you do to make her fall in love with you and give you a baby?”

“It really is you! Wow, so it's true. My brother dumped you and kicked you to the slums where you belong.” “Leave me alone, Hallie,” I mutter, turning my back to face her. Hallie is Henry's younger twin sister. She never liked me, didn't think I was good enough for her brother. She wasn't even present at the wedding. She moves to stand in front of me. “I don't know what Henry saw in you in the first place. But I'm glad he finally saw you for the gold-digging filth that you are.”

“Well, she’s my sister and that’s it! I need to get to her, you have no idea how long I’ve been praying to find her, I’ve been waiting all my life for this day! I let out excitedly as I gathered my phones and car keys that fell down when the table fell over earlier. “Yeah, weirdo! If Victoria Kendall, soon to be Victoria Hawkins is your sister, then I’m the fucking son of the president!” the manager mocked, making the others laugh at me for saying she is my sister. I guess they see her every other day so it’s nothing to them. But it’s not the same for me, I’m so anxious and nervous at the same time. I feel that same anxiousness I’d felt when my plane touched down.

She says through her tears. I stroke her hair. "I love you too." I quickly wipe away my tears before I end up sobbing. Halsey pulls away and puts on a pair of shoes. "Let's go. I don't want you to miss your flight." We walk out the front door holding hands. Everyone welcomes us back with smiles. Halsey goes to hug Dean and whispers something in his ear. I place a hand on my sister's shoulder. "You can use my car while I'm away." She chuckles. "Yeah, I know."