Books Like My Sister's Keeper Novels & Stories

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

"It seems you've lost all sense since the death of your sister." Keeper springs from his chair and glares at me, his jaw tightening and loosening at intervals. I watch as his eyes turn glossy, and I immediately regret my words, no matter how much looking at him right now irritates me. "It wasn't my intention to bring your sister up—" "I will excuse myself from your presence now." He bows and leaves the room. "Fu—" I bite back the rest of the word. Keeper and I weren't always like this. Ever since I killed his sister, he's developed an anger issue that rivals mine, and I can't damn well endure it. Sometimes, I feel like beating the hell out of him just for making me regret what I did to his s

I've finally finished reading the books Dorothy gave me, which were initially intended for my sister, Azura. The content of these books doesn't seem unusual to me. The only one related to alternative medicine is the herbology book; the rest are primarily plant catalogs and care guides. I've returned all the books and now find myself sitting in Azura's room, staring at her bookshelf. It's filled with her favorite romance and fantasy novels. My sister was an avid theater enthusiast, and her shelves were packed with plays and musicals. However, there's nothing about plants, magic, or herbs. She never mentioned the box she left for me or the journal I found.

I m very glad that I got so many people from all over the world. I thank all my lovely readers and Author family who showed me the path to achieving my dreams as an author. my special thanks go to Mehek Sisso, Sandy, Eram, Buddy, Divya, Sristi, Shizuka, Eity my baby, Kitto, and Siya, These three are always special to me. " Mehek Sisso is my elder sister so was always there for me and always supported me and always love me and pamper me like a mother.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

I’ve got livestock to deal with back at the farm. After Ralph left, Poppy visibly brightened. She had a blast skiing and enjoying the hot tub with the rich boys. "James, seafood again? I hate seafood!" At another group dinner, Poppy complained to James as the waiter brought out a large seafood platter. James paused. "Your sister likes it." Poppy glared at me furiously. I pretended not to notice and gave her a shy smile. I linked my arm through James's. "You're so good to me. I'm so lucky."

I pulled one out. Yup. Love letters. Lots of them. Different names. Different dates. From grade school to college. Wow. My sister had fans. From childhood to grown-up life. Must be nice.I wish I had that too, right? Haha. I kept going. There were photos now. Her and her exes, one after the other. I smiled. She really kept everything. If Jayden saw these, would he get jealous? Would they argue? Turns out, my sister’s the type who saves everything, love notes, photos, even old movie tickets. Me? I cannot even keep a receipt. I lose stuff left and right. Total mess. Lol.

We shared the closest bond life had to offer. "Cara, do you think mother would be proud of you for this?" I had to point out, sniffing at the demon my sister had become. "I don't care about what she thinks, especially not now." She rolled her eyes and creased her arms across her chest, ignoring the memories we had shared since life had begun. "You are letting all of this happen, over a man?" I shook my head pitifully at my sister. She seemed to have lost the person she was all because of someone who was probably resting in bed at the moment

“It’s not ridiculous. Don’t you want to meet somebody new? Even if it’s not your mate, I’m so over seeing the same boys every single day. Sure, they’re technically men now, but we’ve known them literally our entire lives! It’s hard to see them as a real partner, when you’ve also seen how inane and immature they can be.” Cassie gave her sisters a sly smile, “Did you see how disappointed Randolph was when we turned 18 and none of us were their mates?” Evelyn snorted and Nora agreed grimly. “This is what I mean, thank the moon goddess that none of us were fated to their miserable asses. I’m not yearning to leave our pack, just to leave the same people and the same situations that we deal with

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.