My Sister's Keeper Book Cover Novels & Stories

"I scream, 'How is that possible?' as I glare at my sister, who is still grinning at me. Her approach is slow, deliberate. Her grin is still plastered on her face. 'Brother, why are you worrying so much?' she says. I take in her appearance: her wild curly hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, her bright green eyes seem to gleam with a wicked glint, and the corners of her mouth turn up into a sinister smile. The smell of her perfume fills my nostrils, sweet and cloying. It reminds me of the false promises she's made and the lies she's told. I hear her footsteps echoing in the room, each step sounding like a warning. I can feel the tension in my muscles as she approaches me. My sister's p

“Don’t make me grab you around the neck and give you a noogie. It’ll mess up your hair and then I’ll have to hear from your mate about how you were whining to him about it.” My sister turns her full attention to me. “Emerson Gunnar, did you just make a joke?” “No, I was being very serious,” I say, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Damn, Quinn must have mystic powers. Is she part witch?” “Nope, she’s one hundred percent Guardian,” I say, finally turning to my sister. “And she’s perfect for me. It took someone close to me, someone much smaller than I am, to smack me upside the head so I could see that.”

His thumb teased the sensitive head of my cock, smearing precum everywhere. “Such a dirty little secret,” he breathed, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his own groan. “Hiding under the bed after being stretched open while your sister was right here… and now you’re fucking yourself on me again like a desperate slut.” The risk of fucking my sister's boyfriend while she was I the next room, the wrongness of it and the way his cock stretched and filled me so perfectly, Christ! I didn't want it to end. But not long after I was already cumming, spilling over his fist and across his abs with a muffled cry.

In the package was a photo album, and the cover was the same as the photo of his sister that he just received on his phone. When Chad opened the album, he found a piece of paper inside with the words: "Your sister has been found. I've fulfilled my promise. Good bye forever!" On the bottom, it was signed, "Black Phoenix."

I can literally picture Ellie throwing a tantrum when we got back because we didn't address any post card to her. My sister had this fancy book of hers with all her memories. The book was decorated with all kinds of glitter and stickers. It was not at all a pretty sight to behold. I was the more creative child after all. This book was where Ellie keeps all her slips, cards, tags and basically anything else that she feels is of importance. It’s her book of memories. My sister is sentimental indeed. Thus before we left, She had kindly threatened us to write to her specifically. I just had forgotten about it.

I was glad that I was tipsy, sober me would have squirmed under their gazes but I matched their stare boldly without blinking. "I didn't know you had arrived." Jacob gave Precious and I hugs in turn. He smelt of clean clothes and bathing soap, I loved how lean and taut his body felt pressed against mine. His hair is cut low. I wanted to touch it. "Where is your sister?" He asked, glancing behind me like he expected to see Lily stroll in. I shrugged. "She didn't want to come." I hoped he was not one of those people who could tell when a person was lying. His eyes dimmed a little—did my nose grow?—then he smiled.

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.

Instead of saying anything, I simply stared at her. She scoffed. "Forget it. At the end of the day, you're still my baby sister. I've already blocked and deleted that guy's number. I'm warning you—I won't hold back again if I find out that you're still with him after this." When I nodded obediently, her lips curved into a triumphant smirk before she left with a skip in her step. I had a feeling that she planned on using her own number to contact Xander, with the excuse that she had changed numbers.

Jessica kept screaming, "Who do you think you are?! You're nothing but a leech!" "I told you, I'm his sister! If you don't believe me, ask Dennis yourself! Call him right now, and I'll speak to him!" I tried to explain, but she didn't care at all. She only raised her hand and stopped the assault when I grew dizzy and everything started spinning.

Anna who, by all accounts, was supposed to be his wife. She pressed her fingers to her mouth and stared at the shelves of books lining the library walls, and at the conversation with Anna that would forever replay in her mind. Talking to her sister in the hospital room: I need you to take your life back, Anna. Take your ring back. Take your man back. Except now it wasn't Anna's ring. And he wasn't Anna's man. And she didn't know what to do with either of those truths. Neo appeared at the library door at eight-thirty. He looked at her, at the unread book lying face-down on the armrest, at whatever desperate look she knew was on her face.