Keeping 13 Book Novels & Stories

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

Adaeze looked at the book in her hands. "Keepers," she said. "Just that. The original word in the old language means simply those who hold the knowledge. Those who keep." She paused. "Keepers." "Keepers," Nana said quietly. Like she was feeling the weight of the word. "Keepers," Charlotte said beside her. "Keepers," Efua said. "Keepers," Kofi said. Miriam said it last. Not loudly. Just placed it in the room with the others.

I was so over this crap, I just wanted Charlie back in my arms, it was horrible with her being so far away “You are supposed to be my brother, do you not want to help me?” “It’s not that I don’t want to help, I just think we might be falling into a trap” Kayla comes quickly into the office carrying a large book, she looks flustered as she slams the open book down on the table sending bits of dust everywhere and making me cough. Kayla apologises and asks if we have heard about the one to rule them all. I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?”

Mother Tree was already has those thoughts in her mind about what they were thinking and yet she tries to eliminate those thoughts in them. She walk his way in front of Imre. Mother Tree hold the face of Imre and she said. "Imre I want you to be strong, you are oldest from the rest of the Alpha. I need you to protect your brother using your STRENGTH." Mother Tree exclaimed while she slowly takes off her hand to the face of Imre. Mother Tree walks her way in front of Liam who were at the corner standing. She holds the hand of Liam and said.

He nodded as he picked up a small stack of papers and settled into a club chair that was on the opposite side of the carefully waxed mahogany end table that bordered the sofa. “Are there a lot of humans?” she persisted. Jasper shrugged as he focused his attention on the first paper. “I only met Cora and Bess,” he said. “Then, I was kept in the infirmary the entire time. This is a big place.” “It’s funny that he keeps humans on staff,” she mused. “Cora is his staff, correct?” Jasper looked up from his paper. “Why the interest in Cora?” he asked. Lila shrugged and gave a mock yawn. She didn’t want to admit to him that she’d noticed the way he’d admired Cora and was jealous.

“Dakota is the only one who deserves better than the lot of you.” “What?” Her mother demanded. “Well, you see, Dave talked crap about you the entire time I was growing up. Dad was probably out riding his secretary. God knows how many guys you were with. Dakota was focused on her children and not turning them into weapons against each other or the other person. Even now, she is the one trying to keep the peace.” Bailey said as she nodded to the other woman, “Sorry, mom, dad, and Dave, but this is between Max and me. We will figure out what works well for us.”

I informed her in the most gentle tone I could manage. In reality, my patience was running thin. "Demons." She finally said, her voice dropping several notes low. "They keep this book. They own it. I cannot explain how or why." Neilla cast her gaze from Sapphira to the book lying on the floor. "You said only the true keepers of this book and the impostors have an access to this, wasn't that what you said?" I looked at Neilla, startled at her question, curious all the same.

**The Keeper’s Dilemma** The morning brought little relief. The atmosphere in the house was suffocating, and the tension between the family members was palpable. Clara, Ethan, and Margaret sat in the dining room, the journal open between them. The words they’d read the night before still lingered, like an invisible force wrapping around their thoughts. “What does it mean to be the Keeper?” Clara asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Margaret looked thoughtful, her fingers tapping the table. “The Keeper is more than a title. It’s a responsibility. Whoever holds it is the balance between light and darkness. But that balance comes with a price.”

He walked back to Kiara, and his grip on the book was so tight that his knuckles turned white. “This book is the most important book this pack has,” his voice was strained, almost as if the words hurt to say and Kiara was about to get irritated by it, but then Gwen’s words rang in her head, so she tucked her irritation away and listened. “Everything there is to know about this pack, things that only those of us in this pack are aware of it, secrets that… secrets that must be protected with our very own lives are in there. I tried to shield you from that daunting responsibility, but you were assigned this role for a reason, and I really cannot control your life.” He stretched the book out tow

Drake cleared his throat. "Open page number 139," He said and turned to the table. I took out the book from my backpack quickly, I didn't want to upset him, though his anger wasn't directed at me.