Novel & Cerita Kate My Sister's Keeper

Even though I should have been used to their blatant favoritism by now, my heart still throbbed with a dull ache. My parents had always given Rebecca preference over me since we were young. We were born only ten minutes apart, yet I was constantly reminded of my role as the older sister. I had lost count of how many times I had given in, from small things like my only toy to even boys we both liked. When I was little, I found a stray kitten and took care of it carefully. However, Rebecca snatched it away from me. That cat did not survive even one day before she killed it with her own hands.

As soon as I stepped outside, I ran into my sister and Lex in the garden. Their fingers were intertwined, bodies pressed close together, looking utterly affectionate. "Thalia, are you going back to our mother's place today? Isn't Kane coming with you?" My sister's eyes sparkled with smug cunning. "Kane is at the company. I'm going to find him," I said. The words made a flicker of resentment pass through Lex's eyes. He had always been jealous of Kane—stronger, more capable, and unburdened by illness, unlike him, stuck at home because of his weak body.

“If you had any backbone, you wouldn’t come back after leaving! “Now you’re still dreaming of returning to the pack and competing with Rose for her position. You’re truly shameless!” Leon’s words instantly caused everyone to look at me differently. “I thought Claire came back to care for her sister. I didn’t expect her to come back to steal her sister’s happiness. “Good thing Alpha Leon loves Rose.” The surrounding discussion made Rose’s eyes redden. She generously stood in front of me again. “Please don’t say that about Claire. After all, she’s my sister.”

His answer surprised me, but then he added, “but I do have something here you need to see. Can you run by here? Now?” “Sure. Be right there.” WHEN I WALKED INTO HIS OFFICE, Scott stood with his back to me looking out a window at the Cape Fear River. He had a drink in his hand. “What is it that you want, Richard Baimbridge?” He sipped from his drink. “Didn’t you have something you wanted to show me?” He turned toward me. “Out of life, man. What do you want out of life?” I had to think about that. “I…want…my sister to walk again. I want to get the police off my back. I want to direct theatre on Broadway. I want my dad to get better and come home.”

he ordered and I shook my head ready to defend my baby with my life. “Please don’t,” I screamed, drowning the cries of my little one. I wouldn’t let anyone take him. “Calm down, Kieran. Let her keep the child.” A feminine voice stopped the guards, a lady I hadn’t seen earlier. She had the same silver strands as Kieran though her eyes were different, the resemblance was there, she must be his sister. “Is she your mate?” she asked quietly. Kieran’s jaw flexed. Then he gave a short, sharp nod. “Yes, Kayla. You see what I have to deal with?” His voice cracked with frustration, like my very existence had cursed him.

But I choose not to because I can already guess where my sister is right now at this late hour. “It's fine. I'll just book a taxi or an Uber.” I tell him. “Be wherever you are and take care of my sister.” “Yes of course, ma'am. I will. And thank you for understanding.” I hang up and begin to look for a nearby Uber and then a car's headlights almost blinds me at first. I use my hand to block the light and when the headlights turns off, I remove my hand and stare at the black Jeep in front of me. And I know who the Jeep belongs to. Oh God. Why him?

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

In one motion, he snatched my sister up and slung her over his shoulder, as if she weighed nothing. “N-no! Where are you taking my sister?” I scrambled, arms wrapping tight around his leg, desperate to stop him from taking a step. However, his other boot swung out, connecting hard with my ribs, and suddenly I was on the ground again, choking on air, pain spreading sharp and hot across my chest. “Rosentine!” my sister shouted, voice cracked as she fought against the bad guy, twisting and reaching, but there was nothing I could do except curl in on myself, my hand stretching out helplessly after she was taken away.

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