Roy Kent Sister Novels & Stories

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

She said she would never forgive me, and I did not expect her to. I just wanted those people to suffer like she did. I wanted them, especially Joan, to make it up to Jenna along with me. Joan was the daughter I had raised and loved so much. However, I found out she was not even my real daughter. After I learned the truth, I took her kidneys without hesitation. They belonged to Jenna, and I needed to return them to her.

A female scent waffed into my nostrils, growing stronger and more aggressive. "How are you, Kylie?" A pair of red high-heeled shoes stopped in front of the cell. I looked up slowly from the tip of the woman's shoe to her face. A red diamond necklace was shining brightly. It's my mom's legacy and it belongs to me. And now it's around this woman's neck. The woman in front of me who was wearing delicate make-up was not only my sister, but also my husband's mistress—She's the one who destroyed everything... My sister.

An unmarried one at that. "What's her relationship with the royal family?" Valentine asked packing the eggshells. "She's the King's immediate older sister" Rhoda shrugged. "Older sister? Like she's in her forties?" Valentine gasped. "You mean fifties. She's as strict as hell and means to the bones. While other hearts pump blood, hers pump cement" Freya said and an infectious laughter filled the kitchen. "You say, heart? I was thinking of rocks" Someone in the kitchen countered. Valentine was inwardly glad the maids didn't resent her for what happened to Kimberly. Truth be told, they couldn't care less. She was one of their problems.

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.

I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up. "No. Casey and Yvonne are my other sisters but they are way older, married and live with their husbands now. "Oh, I see." I said. I opened my mouth to raise a new question but a tall woman appeared through the doorway his sister had gone into. It explained his height instantly and the striking resemblance could not be dismissed. She looked extremely happy to see her child seated there. She put on a huge grin before turning to look at me. "Caramel dear?" She blurted, a bit of doubt edged into her sentence.

It was the Queen's own young nephew. "The Queen has only one brother," Liora said, her eyes bright now. "The Alpha of his pack, out to the west. And he has three children, two boys and a girl. And it's the youngest, the younger of the two boys, his name is Kaelen." She pressed her hands to her warm cheeks. "Oh, Ravena, he is so kind. And funny, really funny, he made me laugh three times before I even knew his name. He's not the grandest man in any room, I know that, he's only a younger son. But I don't care about grand. I care about him. It's him. It has been him since the first moment. I haven't wanted to say, because I was afraid Aunt Vivienne would think it a poor sort of match." I took h

After graduating from college, I set out to make a new life in Kingshaven with my parents, who had just wrapped up over two decades of teaching in an underserved rural community. To our surprise, as soon as we stepped off the train, we ran straight into Kingshaven’s infamous little tyrant. She clearly had a woman’s appearance, yet she kept insisting she was a man. Of course, I glanced at her a couple of times. “What are you staring at? Never seen a man before? I can’t stand women like you, using your looks to seduce men wherever you go.” We had only just arrived in the capital, so I did not want any trouble. I took my parents by the arm and turned to leave. As I turned, however, she sp

“You have one of mine.” Kyante’s grin deepened, but her eyes flicked to me—slow, assessing, hungry. “Oh, darling,” she purred. “I have more than one now.” I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the silence. “Where is my sister?” Kyante scoffed, reclining lazily in her throne. “Didn’t you see my little gift?” My stomach turned. “That wasn’t her,” I said, voice low but steady. “You think you could fool me with that?”

I gasped. “She’s… the Raven. Action Queen… and Raze’s younger sister.” ******************* Karma turned to me after she slapped Kieran and smiled. "Hi, Sister-in-law," she said with another smile, one that left me dazed for a while. I never knew Raze had a sister. After all, I had never heard anyone talk about her. Was she some kind of secret? My eyes widened instantly, and I turned to Raze, who was walking toward me with worry in his eyes.