Books Like My Sister's Keeper Romane & Geschichten

Beside me, my assistant, Gillian Somner, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. With utmost deference, she said, "I'll call the owner of Nocturne right away and have him answer for this." I let out a cold chuckle. "No need. Get our men to surround Nocturne. Make sure not a single soul can leave this place." Upon receiving my order, Gillian nodded in acknowledgment before stepping away. How dare they lay a hand on my sister, Evonne Bradford! I'd make sure none of them were walking out of here alive.

I added while pointing a shaking finger at my ruined books. Chloe just rolled her eyes at my sudden anger and kicked the top book off the pile so it hit the floor with a loud thud. "Oh, please spare me the dramatic victim routine, Alexandra, because we both know you came crawling back here to beg for your old life," my sister sneered while brushing a piece of lint off the sleeve of my favorite gray sweater. "These stupid math books are the reason you are so incredibly boring to be around, because you care more about numbers than you do about keeping a man happy," she mocked while stretching her long legs over the coffee table.

Danny nodded frantically and promised right away, "I will, Dad! Just please bring her back. That man looked really scary." When Dad nodded, Danny finally relaxed. "Alright. Let's go get your sister now. It's her birthday today." A smile finally returned to Dad's face. Warmth spread through my chest at his words. They really did love me. Mrs. Fletcher next door was wrong when she said Mom only loved Danny. She was completely wrong! Next time I saw her, I would tell her exactly that. "Danny, we're going to bring your sister home now." I blinked in confusion. I was already home. I waved my hands frantically and tried to grab their arms. "I'm right here!"

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

Candice smiled happily at him while choking back a sob, "I'm fine, Russell. Please don't blame Annie. She just has a bad temper…" Candice sighed softly and continued with a troubled, yet helpless tone, "She's actually my younger sister, and she has always been this way. She wants everything for herself because my parents pamper her too much. Do you know she paid for the wedding with my tuition fees? She also has a habit of stealing my boyfriends." She lowered her head as her voice trembled, "I had no choice but to leave my home to become a traveling army doctor… I just… I don't want to be bullied by her anymore…"

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

I glanced at the cover. “Where did you even get this?” I asked. She shrugged. “Found it in the closet.” Right. I’d forgotten I’d left some of my sister’s old books here. The last time I’d sat here, my sister had been with me. We’d hidden from the storm, from Father’s guards, from everything that hunted us. Now I was hiding again — only this time, it was with another person I cared about. I looked down at the page Evelyn had been on. Some romance scene — overly sweet, too easy. And yet, a single line caught my eye, something about the way a man touched a woman like she was the only real thing left in the world.

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.

Zombies hit the sixth floor, clawing at the door. Everyone froze. I didn't. I looked straight at Willa. "You made this mess. Clean it up." "Selene?!" Willa gawked like I'd slapped her. "How can you treat me like this? Aren't you my sister?" I laughed. "Oh, now I'm your sister? I'm the older one, not your maid. You're dead weight. Can't lift, can't carry, just eat and whine. And now you've got a baby? Be real. If we weren't related, you think I'd have kept you around?"

Max said with a silent smile, "the Waltson family man, what kind of daughters-in-law have you married? Not single one is normal." "What's wrong with my sister-in-law? My third sister-in-law is smart and kind. My fourth sister-in-law is cheerful and talkative. Among women, they are the best." Max rubbed his eyebrows. The little girl still protects the nest. "Then tell me what novel your sister-in-law showed you." Amy got goose bumps after reading the title of the book. She couldn't tell Max Brother that it was the overbearing president who fell in love with an ordinary girl because it was too outrageous.