Hunter King Sister Novels & Stories

“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.

Or maybe he was choosing not to hear me. The Emergency Department doors whooshed open. Hunter zeroed in on the reception desk and made a beeline. “Helena Sinclair,” he said, his voice rough. “Car accident. They called me—I’m her husband.” The receptionist’s eyes widened slightly in recognition. The Sinclairs were well known in New York. “Let me check, sir.” While she tapped on her keyboard, I caught up, standing behind Hunter. My heart hammered against my ribs. My sister. My sister was hurt. And here I was about to see her after almost sleeping with her husband.

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.

Just gave a glance and placed my resignation letter on his desk. Seeing my cold face, Joe’s brows furrowed. “Carol, listen. Emma’s only been back in Silver Claw Pack for a short time. She needs this cooperation to prove herself and she knows the family business better than you. Besides—” he exhaled, “Emma is my sister. My parents also want us to spend more time together.” I laughed — a sound sharp enough to cut the silence. In the entire Smith family, only Joe would say that Emma was his sister. That sentence had become Joe’s favorite shield — a perfect cover for every secret meeting, every embrace, every whisper in the dark.

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.”

Little did Sarah know that I have already kissed her little sister. She's right. I am a male whore.