روايات وقصص ضمن Ending Of My Sister's Keeper Book

Then I remember something Anna told me once, back when she first died saving me at the Border. “You’re my sister,” she’d said. “That bond doesn’t break, not for death, not for anything. No matter what form I take, I’m always your sister first.” I reach into death concept not as eternal Keeper but as Anna’s sister, using familial bond instead of cosmic authority.

The last thing I saw was Sion's face… and when I opened my eyes again, I was back in his castle. I was very familiar with this place—it was Sion's secret room. "You're awake." I looked up and found myself staring at Sion's sinister visage, and I got the creeps as his finger brushed against my cheek. His lips curled up in an eerie smile as he leaned close to my face, breathing, "Your sister said your heart would suit me more, and it appears to be no lie… It's almost as if you're born with a heart destined to be eaten by me.

"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

He gently caressed my cheek for a few seconds, looking into my eyes as if he wanted me to read his eyes and his mind. Then, sighing loudly, he closed the door of the car with a loud ‘thud.’ Eden’s face looked pale in anger as his eyes were burning. He commanded in a cold and lashing voice, “I think that you enjoyed our hospitality enough. Hope you will not need it anymore.” While rubbing the back of his neck, Keir answered nonchalantly, “Take her home. She has badly injured her foot. She needs to be treated-” Eden’s eyes lit up in annoyance as he growled, “She is my sister. I can and I will take good care of her. It will be best for you to forget about her and never meet her again.”

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?"

from the shelves to the books…looked aged. The sister pulled out a large box and placed it on the desk. “I’ll be outside,” she said softly. As soon as she left, Amara flipped through the albums rapidly, her focus unbreakable. Minutes passed. Silence thickened. Finally, she closed the last album and exhaled shakily. “There’s nothing,” she whispered. “Nothing, Zed.” “It’s okay,” I said, though unease was already creeping up my spine. “We tried.” Outside, the sister waited.

“And leave nothing that knows how to be used against you.” “Not both,” I countered before my good sense could make me polite. “We take one. We leave the copy with a door-staple through it in the gallery for any man to read until the tide washes it blank. We carry the other.” I let myself smile the way barmaids do when they’ve decided to flirt and to break your knuckles later. “Truth likes a crowd.” The Keeper breathed like he’d been picked up by the back of his coat and set down somewhere warmer. “You’ll get me killed slower,” he said. It was almost gratitude.

I don't respond to any of what she says, instead, I keep my voice low, "Goodnight Hannah." Cold air takes the place of her fingers as she goes to the front door, "Goodnight River." I don't leave Hannah's porch steps even after her bedroom light goes off. I take in the fresh humid air, Hannah's words ringing in my ears. And it's only once I'm by my front door does her words finally hit, she said River's Keeper not Jakes.

Until Jason discretely nudged me which caused me to hum when they were all looking at. "Yes?" "We were just asking for your name," the women said smiling kindly at me. "Oh of course. My names Olivia. Olivia Steel, Daughter to Alpha Dominic and Luna Aubrey. And also this ones sister," I said gesturing to Jason. My mother would probably slap me silly right about now. She was the perfect picture of class. She was everything I wanted to be in a women. Strong, fierce, beautiful. I didn't know how it was possible,but I was more like my Uncle Mickey than my parents.