The Schuyler Sister Hamilton Novels & Stories

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.

At that moment, I could have sworn that I felt a presence, her presence. Samantha Camilla Campbell was a force to be reckoned with, the kind of woman you wish to be and just fall in love with by just a simple look at her. A promising future, a drop-top dead gorgeous fiancee who would do about anything just to see her smile, she was a kind of woman who had it all figured. I have seen how everyone worshipped the very polished ground she walked on, and I was damn proud of the woman she was. As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back.

Schuyler waved her hand dismissively. *~* Hunter couldn't be anymore thankful when the dinner finally came to an end and he was escorted to a guest room by Seira, the Omega instantly confronting him as soon as they were away from the sensitive ears and watchful eyes of her family. "What the fuck have you done!" She rasped, throwing her head back in aggravation. "You had so many excuses, you freaking used that?!" Hunter shrugged. "It was only one I could think of, have you seen your sisters and mother,"

She finally introduced the girl who had been gawking over me with her eyes, should have known they were sisters since the resemblance is there anyway. “Nice to meet you, Shayla.” I stretched out my hands towards her and she shook it heartily. “It’s a pleasure meeting you too, I’ve been hoping to finally see the man my sister keeps talking about over and over.” Shayla chuckled softly, my gaze shifted to Hayley who gave her a little nudge before pushing her hair shyly. So she talks about me? “I haven’t seen Hermione though, isn’t she….” she was cut from finishing her sentence when a familiar voice called out to me.

I fumble with the words. Joseph flinches again, this time, like I poked him with a needle. " You tell me, Lily. I dated your sister, do you think I can settle for Precious afterwards?" I bite my lip. "I wouldn't know." "Let me help you out," he says, " the answer is no." I knock on Esther's door three times before pushing it open. Esther's slender form is tangled with her duvet, her feet her on her pillows and earphones are jammed in her eyes.

Born into royalty, trained as an Alpha, expected to marry well, form alliances and never ㅡ everㅡ cause trouble. I'd done everything right. Which meant tonight terrified me. The idea of not finding a good mate. Or one at all. Disappointing my parents and proving that I was nothing compared to my sisterㅡ Calanthe. She could shift. She had her Alpha powers manifested already. And me? I couldn't do a thing. Bile rushed up my throat and my vision swam. “I need to go meet my dad at the high table. I'll be back soon.”

Ryker broke down on the floor as he watched Sasha standing behind Samantha with a smirk plastered on her lips. Mrs Clyde gulped, watching the men pave way for Samantha and Ryan. They both took their stand before her gallantly. “Checkmate?” Samantha smirked, shooting her a baleful glance. Mrs Clyde didn't respond as she felt the weight of Ryker's arms pulling her. He was sitting on the floor weeping heavily with his hand holding his mother tightly. “I am Samantha Hamilton, sister of Vanessa, the young innocent woman murdered by you and your son!” Samantha shot. “Argh!!” The people gasped.

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

Their tastes in adventure and unattainable men is shared and I know it can be a dangerous passion. "Well, just keep an eye on her to make sure she's okay. Let her know you're there to talk or hang when she's ready. I guess she finds it hard sharing stuff like that with an older brother, but honestly I don't really know. I've always thought it would be cool to have a sister or brother. So she's really lucky." I give Hamilton a smile which he returns, even though he looks like he doesn't fully agree. Then he checks his watch again, pulling it from the pocket of his slate grey chinos before returning it.

"Yes, as in my grandpa's blood sister. Remember the sister he always mentions in his stories of him growing up? That sister is she. We all assumed she died, but for some reason, they hid from everyone. Grandpa knew they were hiding. The more I think about it all, the more it gets mysterious... And yes, I tried to find out if the Hamiltons had something to do with the Erling family considering the bitterness grandpa has for them, but it went nowhere." Mikhail rubbed his forehead and stood up. He looked a little tipsy. Jeremy felt his head hurting out of stress. But he was glad he knew these details now. And for these details to emerge now... And purposefully letting her wear her family's tiar