My Sister's Keeper Book Cover Novels & Stories

The moment her fingers touched the cover— A voice echoed through the chamber. "Don't open it." Everyone spun around. A woman stood at the entrance. She wore a dark coat. Rainwater dripped from her hair. She couldn't have been older than twenty-eight. Her eyes... Were identical to Alessia's. The same green. The same shape. The same quiet sadness. The woman looked directly at Alessia. Then spoke the words that stopped every heartbeat in the room. "I've spent my entire life hiding from them." A long pause. "And you're my sister."

He says touching his face softly and posing so I can see him. “I do have feelings.” I say and I see a little sparkle in his eye. He smiles with pride, he leans in licking his lips. “I feel like you’re full of crap for letting my sister get kicked out of the house and not giving her a place to stay.” I say and he sits back in his chair, looking away. That smug smile wiped off his face.

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

There is absolutely no fun or satisfaction in letting the trap snap shut too fast on her throat. After all, my wicked blood-sister is still eagerly crawling her way to the highest peak of the Alpha Council Corporate Circle. My inner wolf wants to watch her boots reach the absolute summit of her vanity first, just so my claws can push her frame down into the deepest, bloodiest canyon in the forest. Keeping the spotted potion mask tight over my pores, I tilt my jaw up to face her stare. The heavy, suffocating panic that was building up inside Ayomide’s chest instantly melts away the exact second her eyes track the ugly brown blemishes covering my skin.

The kind of blue a woman could drown in. Isabella’s breath caught, audibly. She leaned forward, a hand drifting to her throat. A fire, petty and self-destructive, ignited in my chest. Before I could think, my gloved hand lifted, the numbered paddle a stark white in the gloom. “Fifty thousand.” Heads turned. A murmur rippled through the crowd. Bidding against your own sister? How deliciously tense. Isabella’s eyes met mine, a flicker of surprise, then wounded confusion. She bit her lip, a picture of thwarted desire. Her admirer, a brutish captain from the Genovese crew, immediately raised the bid. “Seventy-five!”

I do not mind though, as his housekeeper said that he should be back in a few minutes. Hesitantly, I gently enter and patiently wait in the exact spot I was in before. My eyes roam about the room when they are suddenly snatched by a familiar book with a green cover. The shelves are packed tightly, and I sneak over to get a closer look. Taking some sort of risk, I work the book out of its slot and read the cover. Lycanthrope Mythology. How pleasant. This will surely make time go by quicker. Hopefully, Alpha Kenn does not mind.

“You are here about Patrick Carter’s campaign to expose that the police force of Havermouth are protecting the sons of wealthy and powerful families in the area, or you’re here to ask me if I’m the Secret Keeper.” “What would you answer be?” Aislen wondered as she accepted a teacup from him. She liked the glaze he had used, she decided. There was something earthy and yet also opulent about the texture of it in her hands, in the shimmer of green and gold over the cream and brown base. “Are you the Secret Keeper?” His blue eyes watched her over the rim of his teacup as he raised it to his lips and blew across the surface, dislodging steam to disperse like smoke. “You know that I’m not the Secr

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

My sister all but pleads and I snicker. “It’s called ‘Asteria: The Fey King’s Mate’.” My sister immediately shrieks, shocking both me and herself. She holds her arms to her chest and fall back on the closest seat with an oddly misplaced smile on her face. “I love it.” “I knew you would. I made it special, just for you and yes, it is completed. Though I am holding back a short bonus chapter.” “Why? Every chapter is important!” I hold myself from laughing at her tone and she punches me lightly.

Not everyone could open their stores in front of the school. Serenity was able to open a bookstore here for a couple of years. Could she be leaning on the Yorks? “Ms. Newman, the bookstore is about a thousand feet from here. The first store on your left is the bookstore.” The bodyguard passed Mrs. Newman’s message to Camryn. “Camryn, remember what I told you. Beg for mercy on behalf of your sister. Regardless of the mistake Carrie made, she’s your biological sister!” Mrs. Newman reminded Camryn frostily.