Ending Of My Sister's Keeper Book Novels & Stories

“Don’t make me grab you around the neck and give you a noogie. It’ll mess up your hair and then I’ll have to hear from your mate about how you were whining to him about it.” My sister turns her full attention to me. “Emerson Gunnar, did you just make a joke?” “No, I was being very serious,” I say, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Damn, Quinn must have mystic powers. Is she part witch?” “Nope, she’s one hundred percent Guardian,” I say, finally turning to my sister. “And she’s perfect for me. It took someone close to me, someone much smaller than I am, to smack me upside the head so I could see that.”

Heather said as she pointed to the page that the entry she wanted me to read began. Book readings: September 11, 1691 My mind was heavy, too consumed with worry. It's been months since I've heard word of my sister. I know not where she's been or what has become of her. My mate looks upon me with a forlorn gaze, knowing my deepest dream was to set sights upon her once more. Alas, I am too often denied. I pray to our mother to keep her protected and guarded. Her enemies multiply like rodents, and they have driven her and her family into hiding. I know myself well. My rage, whilst justified, would be all consuming. Fear rotates constantly through my mind. Not for myself, but the world around me

I stopped in the doorway. Across the street, under the glow of a streetlamp, a sleek black car was parked perfectly. And there, standing with his back against the car door, was Aaric Bernardi. I took a deep breath before stepping forward. I inhaled deeply before finally speaking. “You should call Mellan.” Aaric, focused on driving, only furrowed his brows slightly, as if I had just said something absurd. “Why?” I glanced at him, trying to keep my tone steady. “Because she’s my sister. And she’s your fiancée.”

I wanted to scream, to hold him back, but I knew I couldn’t. When I stepped back inside, I froze. A letter lay on the floor by the door. My hands trembled as I picked it up. (You think you’re safe after killing my sister and leaving me with nothing? I’ll hunt you. You won’t give birth to that child of yours here on earth… but in heaven)

Bearers are supposed to always be smiling and serving their families, from one pregnancy to the next while they act like the perfect housewives. “I understand, Keeper Winter,” I repeat reluctant. I dread the future presented to me, but I have no choice. Is either this or die. “Very well then. Be obedient and submissive, Eel, and maybe you will get to survive,” Keeper Sonia says with a wicked smile. “Regardless, you will never be as good as Grace Mortensen was.” Keeper Winter then calls the other Keeper so she takes me away. She immediately comes in, clasps my arm, and drags me back to my cell.

"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.

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