Novel & Cerita Books Like My Sister's Keeper

How can I stop myself? Brows furrowing, I lean my hip against the table and flipped the first page open. The writing is somewhat faded I have to squint to make out the words. My sister was born on a cold, cold night, when I pulled her from my mother’s womb, there was no color to her, I thought her strange for she had curls of white hair and moons for eyes. My eyes widen. Oh, my goddess, A silver one, this is a journal written by the sibling of a silver one.

My day was completely unproductive, and realizing that this was all Pascha's confinement made me even crazier. A womanbeater... what could he live for other than torturing women? He's exactly like my father, and I feel scared for the woman who becomes his wife. Would she be able to live a life in prison with that monster? I shuddered in horror at that unpredictable future. The door opened when I closed the book. I thought it was Carl who wanted to interrupt, but it was my sister's fiancé who had distracted me completely. I stood up from the sofa and looked at him, who closed and locked the door. "Your fiancé is in her room."

It smelled musky and sinful and I wanted every inch of it. “Little liar ," he hissed. "Use that mouth for something other than the lies you keep telling me. If you please me, you get the book back. If you don't... I’ll show your sister exactly what her 'sweet' little assistant spends her time dreaming about. I'll tell her how much you want to be used." The thought of my sister knowing I wasn’t just a total smut-addicted reader but a real slut like the ones I read about made my stomach do flips. It was so humiliating, and it made me so wet I felt it dripping down my thighs.

"Heidi, the night I left Mannorworth, I was in a daze and got into an accident. I lost both my legs. I read your picture book every day. Congratulations on your wedding. Everything I put you through—it all came back to me." I finished reading, then tapped delete and block. I felt no hatred nor any sense of vindication—for I had long moved on. … Clifton sat by the window in the care home, his phone screen frozen on the "message sent" page. The nurse placed his medication on the table. "Mr. Cooper, it's time to take your medicine." But he didn't move. The picture book on his lap was open to the last page. The little girl, holding her magnolia wood paintbrush, had walked out of the shadow. Spri

It couldn’t be. But deep down, a part of me wondered if that was the only reason I cared so much about saving him. * My hands were still trembling from holding the spell book I’d stuffed into my satchel. Every time I replayed Sarah’s words—“I’ll blind Alpha Williams this time”—my stomach twisted. It was hard to believe that my own sister was a witch. And actual poisoner. I couldn’t let fear win. Not now. Not when I finally had something real to use against her.

As long as she’s got a roof over her head and a safe place to sleep, I don’t care where she lives. I look down at the invitation, not knowing what to say. She’s my older sister. I’ve known her my whole life. But this…this is awkward and suddenly I forget how normal people act. I turn my gaze back up, finding her looking around the store. The bell chimes behind her and she moves forward, making sure she’s not in the way. “This place is nice,” she says with a smile. “You always were a big reader.” “Yeah. Books were my safe place.”

said Ate Rosan. Sister Rosan laughed. "I became a fan. Hmm... Of the most famous band in the world. I almost used up my allowance just to buy the latest albums and merchandise." Sister Rosan shook her head. "It's not just a band. I'm a reader and a fan of book authors. I also had about five hundred books on my bookshelf." "Come on, sister! Let me borrow some!" suddenly shouted the woman in front. Ate Rosan laughed as well as other people. I remained silent and motionless.

The books that I enjoy reading are romance and mystery but I think I can try different genres with the amount of books in here. "How you read all of these?" "No. To be honest, I don't enjoy reading that much." I stared at him with disbelief. "But why do you have all these? For decoration? Collection?" "My sister, Cyrene, she brought these books here. She loves reading books like you and since she enjoyed staying here, she thought it would be best to leave these here." "Cyrene Lopez is your sister?" He smiled, as if he remembered something. "Yes. I already told you about her. That Tristan, Alicia, Cyrene and I have been friends since we were kids and that she is my sister."

I felt flustered as I could feel the pulsation on his chest, and my heart raced in tandem. Other factors notwithstanding, Yoran was really handsome. And with my 'pregnancy' becoming known, I was pampered more with each day, with countless precious stones and gourmet food pouring into my room like a waterfall. Yoran would check in every day, spoiling me and whispering sweet nothings until the whole pack became aware that I, the ugly duckling, had claimed his heart and might become his Luna someday. Today, he was sitting beside me when he asked seemingly offhandedly, "I heard your sister visited you earlier?"

I would've died if a colleague of mine hadn't come looking for me when I couldn't be reached. When I regained consciousness, I told Mom what happened. All she said was, "The fact that Amy treated you that way goes to show just how much of a failure you've been as a sister. You must've pissed her off with the things you said. Otherwise, why would she hate you so much?" All at once, I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy pool of water. I was chilled to the bone. "Even if I'd been the worst sister alive, did that give Amy the right to kill me?"