My Sister's Keeper Book Cover Novels & Stories

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.

I gave him a small smile of thanks and followed Lari out, and we headed down the street to our parent’s home. Everyone we passed gave Lari a small bow of respect, and she was so used to it by now she just kept on chatting about how excited Mom and Dad were going to be. I couldn’t help but smile as my sister is the Luna of one of the two biggest packs in North America. And now I am the Gamma female of the pack. I will need to ask about my duties as such. I heard one of them is I am Gamma to the Luna, which happens to be my sister. I have no problem with that job.

With only fifteen dollars left on my card, I had politely turned her down. She hung up rudely on the spot, and my mom immediately called to scold me. “Your sister rarely asks you for anything. Can’t you just help her out? We’re family. How could you be so heartless?” What about me? I also wanted a property in Tomson Pinnacle. Earlier, I had cautiously brought up wanting to borrow some money for a downpayment. Guess what my mum said? “What does a girl need to buy a house for? When you get married, your husband will take care of that.

He smiled broadly at what the interlocutor said. "But Santia saved him." "Exactly. By the way, Khione, I really need to go now. I have something to do because, but this book is really great. For sure it's for sale again! All right, I need to go. Take care, ha. " She nodded repeatedly as she waved at her director. When it was finally gone, he sighed before looking at the book he was holding. The book cover is really great. It's an illustration of an angel, wearing a white dress and white wings at her back.

"Now we can plan how to save Elias without walking straight into their trap." "We?" Amara looked surprised. "I've been hiding in these woods for years, watching over you from a distance. I'm done hiding." I pulled out an old wooden box from under a floorboard. Inside lay a staff carved with old symbols—my mother's staff. "You're a Keeper," Amara realized. "Half-Keeper," I amended. "My mother was Thalia's sister. I was sent to watch over you when you were born." "Why didn't you tell me before?"

I glanced at the cover. “Where did you even get this?” I asked. She shrugged. “Found it in the closet.” Right. I’d forgotten I’d left some of my sister’s old books here. The last time I’d sat here, my sister had been with me. We’d hidden from the storm, from Father’s guards, from everything that hunted us. Now I was hiding again — only this time, it was with another person I cared about. I looked down at the page Evelyn had been on. Some romance scene — overly sweet, too easy. And yet, a single line caught my eye, something about the way a man touched a woman like she was the only real thing left in the world.

“Would you like your usual tea sir?” He asked me. “Yes please.” I answered. The tea is then brought in by a young server and as she pours my tea she stares at me. “What?” I asked her rudely. “Oh, nothing sir. I am sorry sir; it won’t happen again.” “Make sure it doesn’t, because once my sister comes to stay here there is no telling what she would have done seeing you look at him the way you did.” Jonathan said to the young woman as he walks into the parlor. “Of course, sorry sir.” She said and bowed before him and left. “So, how did the appointment with my sister go?” Jonathan asked me. “It went well, just wish that it was just the two of us and Andros didn’t have to be there.” I said sadly.

"There was... a woman." Kieran stared at her. His golden eyes widened. "What did you say?" "Lysandra." The name echoed through the chamber. Kieran froze. His face went completely still. Then emotion swept across it. Shock. Disbelief. Hope. "My sister." His voice broke on the final word. "I had a sister." The memories flooded back all at once. Nova watched realization spread across his face. "Lysandra Blackthorn." He whispered her name like a prayer. "The Second Keeper."

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.

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.