Kate My Sister's Keeper Novels & Stories

No, she orders in her authoritative voice. When Killian comes within hearing distance, Andrea speaks again, “I'm not doing this because I have the hots for you. I mean I had a crush on you ages ago, but not now.” She rolls her eyes, changing her tone, “I care for you so that my brother doesn't get a heart attack and dies earlier than intended. So, you better be careful, pretty boy.” Blush coats his cheeks, hearing her speak about something like this so nonchalantly. “What a loving sister I have. Wow, I'm so touched that it feels like my heart is out in the open, getting kissed by a gentle breeze.” Comes a sarcastic remark from Killian.

Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.” “Like hell you’re taking our sister away! I don’t care who you think you are, but she isn’t going anywhere with the likes of you!” Roman looked down on her with benign amusement and said, “She is my mate, and she will come back with me. You will not stop us just because you’re her sister.” Evelyn reared again, ready to drive her point home, when the look of surprise spread across her face, as she felt her father’s hand come down upon her shoulder. “Evie…” he said, “Your sister has found her mate. We should all be happy for this moment that she’s waited so long for.

"Because from where I'm standing, you look like you're walking into disaster." "It'll be over. My career will be back on track," I told them. "So do what you have to do. In the meantime, I have to go to New York—two days—to attend my sister’s engagement. She persuaded me to come for a month. Book a ticket to New York now." I ordered both of them. "I'll come," Ashley said. "Me too," Megan said. "Then order three." >>>>> New York, De Cruz Family Mansion. When we arrived at the De Cruz family mansion, I immediately felt my breath stop.

“Oh, it’s you. You’re the bitch’s brother. Hahaha! “Did you know your sister was 8 months pregnant when she died? “The fetus was fully developed. She was cut up, and it was a boy.” Marella Jules was my older sister by a decade. I took our father’s surname while she took our mother’s. She disappeared without a trace seven years ago, and I hadn’t heard from her since. When she died, I was still in high school. I spent five years looking into her disappearance. It took me another year to plan my revenge.

My serious expression, my delicate features, and my eyes shining with determination. Ready. I grabbed my laptop and books before stepping out of my room. Isa was still sprawled on the couch, her phone in hand. — You’re not going to sleep a bit? I asked while putting on my jacket. She shrugged, looking nonchalant. — Not tired. I rolled my eyes. — Of course… She looked at me for a moment before smiling. — Don’t work too hard, little sister. I smiled back, grabbing my keys. — And you, try not to get lost in the sheets of a stranger today.

“You lost our son because you were addicted to gambling and made enemies with a gang leader. That’s why they took him away. Joan isn’t even our real child! Why do you care about her?! “The one you should care about is Jenna. She’s still in the hospital! “But it’s okay. I’ve found a way to save Jenna. Just watch.” My mom had lost her mind. My dad did not believe her and tried to approach Joan. Joan was in so much pain that she said, “I’m sorry! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have treated Jenna like that. I know I messed up. Take my kidney and give it to her!” However, my mom simply laughed. “One kidney? That’s not enough.” I floated above her and said, “It’s too late. I’m already dead.” Unfortunate

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

My hand closed around her throat and I lifted her off the ground and her feet kicked in the air and her hands grabbed at my wrist and her nails dug into my skin and the silver light pulsed under her fingers. "For the ten children," I said. "For the bond you stole. For the baby who never got to breathe." Her eyes were wide and her face was turning dark and her kicks were getting weaker and I held her there against the tree with one hand and watched the life drain out of the woman who had been my sister and my shadow for twenty-four years.

"The studio is yours now. First, survive. Then, paint the spring." I opened the suitcase and took out the magnolia wood paintbrush. Just as I placed it in an empty porcelain cup, there was a knock at the door. The owner of the bookstore next door stood in the doorway, holding a chubby calico cat in his arms. "She wandered into the wrong yard. Sorry to bother you," he said, his voice cool and understated.

I turn away from him. "Where are you going?" He asked me. "Anywhere that you aren't. Because when I look at you now I can only see the man that killed my sister and I don't know how I can come back from that." I tell him and run out from the room with tears flowing from my eyes. A few hours ago I was so happy, I finally had Killian and I found out that our daughter was alive, but I should've known that it was too good to be true. I make it to the bottom of the staircase only to run into Kate and Katharina.