Hunter King Sister Novels & Stories

"Her words?" ‎Kendrick cleared his throat as his hand roved around the wheel. " 'I'm gonna kill him, I'll cut his throat down to his belly till there's nothing left of him. How can he treat me like this?. What older brother in the world does this to their own sister?, what's so wrong with hanging out with your friends after school?' She was yelling and banging on the door." ‎Wait... older brother?... sister? ‎They had a sister? ‎Kiean scoffed but it didn't reach his heart. "She really is a King."

Qin Huilan respected knowledgeable people and helped Beverly Kinsonstand up: "Hello, Dean Shaw." Dean Shaw reached out and helpedher to sit down: "Mrs. Qin doesn't have to be a courtesy, just sit down." "This is my father,." Beverly Kinson nodded and smiled politely: "Dean Shaw." "Mr. KINSON I have heard of your name." "You're welcome." Rose Kinson looked at Mary Kinson, and her tone was obviously low: "She is my sister." She didn't even say her name. Dean Shaw gathered his eyes, His eyes wandered around the sisters' faces and said, "Let's get down to business and talk about your purpose."

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…

I muffled, forcing this awkward smile. His eyes flickered. He didn't debt it…. Oh my God… he wants us to practice being a couple? A married couple? “Hazel, do not… he is your sister’s husband, you can’t play house with your sister’s husband, you are better than that.” My angel conscience blurted to me, popping up before my eyes, dressed in a white fitted gown, with wings on her back and a halo on her head. She had this worried look on her face.

“Now that Dad’s gone, I hope Mom spends more time with Winston. He brings something out in her that I’ve never seen with anyone else. A kind of shy silliness that makes her seem younger somehow. Mom’s going to be fifty soon. She deserves to have a little silliness in her life for once. Don’t you think?” “Richie?” I sat forward and laid a hand on hers. “Yes, Babe. What?” All I could see of her was her eyes and they looked frightened. “Did you sleep well? Are you waking up now?” She coughed and rolled her head to the side. “Where am I?” “Oh, Babe, you’re in the hospital.” She moaned. “What happened to me?” I squeezed her hand. “You were hit by a bus.” And so began my sister’s recovery.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

Had she not made mistakes too? She had gone to a fortune teller again. According to that fortune teller, my dad and Joan only got better because they took my good luck. During the seven days she was gone, she tricked my dad into returning to our quiet hometown. Then, she put sleeping pills in his drink. After he passed out, she used a heavy hammer, the kind used to break big rocks, and smashed both his knees. Security camera footage later showed him sitting lifelessly in an old rusty wheelchair.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

the taller one said with a smile, “My name is Ken, and this is my boyfriend, Andy.” Andy waved his hand excitedly. "Hi" “We are here to make you look really good and style you up like the queen that you are.” Ken added, then he snapped his fingers dramatically "Right babe?” "Absolutely," Andy said with a smile. "We are the best in New York City, hands down. We're about to transform your life.” I blinked, stunned. “Oh. Um… I’m Zara.” Ken let out a breath. "Zara. Oh, that name sounds like it costs a lot of money.”