Ending Of My Sister's Keeper Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

This woman, this fae, was dangerous. And she was called Mathilda, which means she wasn't the keeper, but probably works for the keeper. "Not probably, Sherneil. I do work for the keeper. She is my elder sister, after all," she said softly, still standing where she was. "Certainly not the keeper. But possibly stronger than her. Trust me," she said again, this time, in my mind. Damn! She can hear my thoughts! "I can do so much more, wolf." Behind her appeared five Sisters of the Keep. The large ones. The ones that had chased us just before Lisa had found us. The ones scared of the rain.

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

“If you think I’m doing what your idiot of-a-mum asked me to do, you’re more stupid than I thought.” Mia narrowed her eyes at her supposed new sister. “Trust me, I don’t expect anything from you.” Savannah flicked her golden hair off her shoulder in a well-practiced motion. “Good. Because I wouldn’t be seen dead with someone like you.” She went to leave but turned back again. “Oh, and just to let you know, your outfit is beyond tragic.”

I narrowed my eyes to view it clearly. I gasped shockingly, and the kind of pain that hit against me was an unfathomable one. My hands suddenly turned cold, and it shook like a scared baby mouse. What did I just see? Jamilah's death? I dropped the book first, and checked the other one. It wasn't Jamilah's book. It was from Ace. It had the words, "My Sister," written on it. What was going on?

Mom said quietly as they got into the ambulance. "Your sister killed your other fine sister?" I heard someone ask. "She's not my sister, not anymore!" That was the beginning of my nightmare. Thanks for reading my book, if you enjoyed this chapter please tap the little star below, comment, and share thanks, XD.

I descended the ladder slowly, still holding the book like it might vanish if I blinked. “I’ve only ever seen one copy,” I whispered. “It was left with me when I was a baby.” She nodded once. “And now you’ve seen the second.” I looked down at the book again. “Do you know where it came from?” I stared at her, the book pressed to my chest like it might anchor me in this moment. “You’re my sister.” Solene’s nod was small, but it shattered the ground beneath my feet. We moved without thinking, both of us drifting to the long table. The fire crackled softly behind us, casting warm light over old pages and newly opened truths.

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.

Then he spoke the words no Keeper had ever heard. "You are no longer the Keeper of the Cipher." He looked directly into Adrian's eyes. "You are now..." "...the Keeper of Every Ending." At that exact moment— The Eleventh Door opened completely. Beyond it... Someone was waiting. Not the Author. Not the First Reader. A young woman sat alone beneath an ancient white tree, quietly writing inside a worn leather notebook. She looked up. Smiled gently. And spoke Adrian's name... As though she had known him long before the first chapter had ever begun.

"There was... a woman." Kieran stared at her. His golden eyes widened. "What did you say?" "Lysandra." The name echoed through the chamber. Kieran froze. His face went completely still. Then emotion swept across it. Shock. Disbelief. Hope. "My sister." His voice broke on the final word. "I had a sister." The memories flooded back all at once. Nova watched realization spread across his face. "Lysandra Blackthorn." He whispered her name like a prayer. "The Second Keeper."

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.