Kate My Sister's Keeper Novels & Stories

They emerged from the bathroom half an hour later, freshly showered and dressed, him in the same shirt and pants he arrived in and her in a pair of boy shorts and tank top, both black. "About time. I was sure she killed you," Kate said nonchalantly, yawning. She looked between the two of them, pausing to take in her battered and bruised sister, while Keira and Aaron exchanged guilty looks. "You pass, Condor. You may stay. The den's a no boning zone though. Nate will flip out if he sees you spearing our sister with your—" "Thank you, Katie," Keira said tightly. This little exchange earned the Dormer women a chuckle from Aaron.

When I found Silas Pembroke, he was carefully untangling a strand of another woman’s hair from his tie clip. The two of them were wrapped around each other, far too close to pretend otherwise. He let out a mocking laugh. “Jenna, what exactly are you going to accuse Sienna and me of this time?” Sienna Vale smiled sweetly. “Mrs. Pembroke, you stayed away longer than usual this time.” I steadied myself and said, “I’m not Jenna. I’m her twin sister, Summer Sinclair.” Silas burst out laughing. “What is this, your latest stunt?” Then his expression hardened. “Keep pushing me, and I can’t promise you’ll stay Mrs. Pembroke forever.” I only looked at him and said quietly, “Silas, my sister left three

Allison's eyes widened in shock, her body flinching as if struck by an invisible force. Kate, her sister, stood before her, a sly smile spreading across her face. The room seemed to hold its breath as Kate whispered, her voice dripping with malice, "Hello, sis." The words sent a shiver down Allison's spine as Kate's hot breath grazed her ear.

In this life, I would make Andon watch as I became his sister-in-law. Early the next morning, I walked out of the east wing. I was a little pale, as I had not slept for the entire night. I walked over to the entrance of the main wing and bumped into Andon and Sasha. He was awake, and Sasha was holding on to his arm affectionately. There was a smug look in her eyes. She was startled when she saw me, but she immediately flashed me a disdainful smile. "Well, if it isn't our benefactor. It's only been a night since we met. Why does your complexion look so terrible?"

“…a minor inconvenience. Protecting Miss Castellano is simply a duty. A means to maintain my position close to the family. Her infatuation is… tiresome, but useful. It keeps access to her sister unobstructed.” The world had tilted, colors draining to shades of gray. Every sacrifice, every lingering touch I’d hallucinated meaning into, every life he’d saved—mine—was just maintenance. I was the inconvenient, infatuated obstacle between him and his true prize: my fragile, perfect, illegitimate half-sister. Back in the study, my father was still staring, waiting for me to break, to rescind the third demand. “I am being perfectly reasonable,” I said, the words ash in my mouth. “I don’t want anyth

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

My mother, Margaret Harper, carries the blood of a Word Witch. Once every lunar cycle, she can speak one blessing that fate itself is forced to obey. But all my life, the only thing she ever gave me was half a sentence. When I was eighteen, I received early admission to the Northern Royal Healers' Academy. My mother looked at the letter and said, "If you go north..." Her instincts had never been wrong, so I thought she'd seen danger waiting for me there. I turned the academy down with my own hands. Months later, she used her recommendation and a binding blessing to send my younger sister, Chloe, to the best healing school near our pack, even though Chloe had nowhere near my talent. After tha

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.

Kelly asked and I laughed sarcastically. " Oh really? I Know and you fucking don't need to remind me I have a child already. I'm gonna get her a nanny and I will still remain the same and for your information, your job at Patterson is over. I will like to resume my position.. thank you! " I yelled at her, marching away. 💘Kelly's POV 💘 What has come over my sister? Why is she behaving this way! Before she could get to the door, I rushed forward and held back her hand, swirling her around to fade me. "Nelly, don't do this. Give me some time so I can tell him myself then you can resume your position."

Back where my heart was stomped on like a cockroach at a fast-food joint. I rolled my shoulders as I pulled up to the pack entrance, attempting to shake off the tension. There was a new guy at the security post, and he looked at me the way you look at a suspicious package at an airport. I rolled down my window. “Hey, I’m Naomi Carter. Theo’s sister. Just heading home.” The guy folded his arms. “Theo Carter has exactly one sibling. And she left five years ago.” I blinked. “Yeah. That would be me. The long-lost sister who comes back for a very dramatic homecoming.”