My Sister's Keeper Book Cover Novels & Stories

"You can't just steal from your sister! I proposed to Poppy with that ring. I don't care if you're family. Give it back!" James snatched the ring from my hand and slipped it onto Poppy's finger. "Poppy, keep this ring safe from now on. Don't let anyone take it." Poppy looked shyly at the ring on her hand before burying her face in James's chest.

I just what to write you to let you know this and don't be surprise that you lose all you power over the land. -The eight child of the zodiac sister, Scorpio The keeper of the unknown and the last Everwood guardian

"Yes, how to answer? Would you hate me if it was me? ” Aresha shook her head, “No, I want you to write another story. Brother Akira and I like this sister novel. " “Haha… thank you very much! I'm glad that in the end someone likes my novel . " Aresha took out a book from her bag, a novel with the title Marriage of the vampire king, a second printed book that has been repaired and a new cover, then gave it to me saying "Sister, please sign this book, OK?"

Even its cover was clean, on the cover had the drawings, that Alpha Angelo couldn't understand. Being the first time to hold the book, he was surprised to see the picture of wolves in their full transformation. A full moon shinning above them, then at the far end of the cover there was a hunter with a ring shinning. It appeared to be a reflection from the moon's light, well, it was strange. It was strange because, Alpha Angelo couldn't understand why the picture of a hunter was on the cover. He wished to call Beta Dagon so that they can read it together, but he remembered.

“God, I can’t believe they did that to him. Don’t you think Daddy deserved better than that?” “Yes, Babe. He deserved to know the truth, but it couldn’t have been easy for them, either.” “Oh, stop it! Why do you always take up for Mom?” I reached under her and raised her out of her chair—pillow and all. “I know it’s a shock, my darling sister. But do you have any idea what this means?” “Put me down!” she shouted swinging her arms. I spun around in circles, stumbling as we turned. “That-a-girl! Keep it up! It’ll strengthen your muscles. You’ll be walking again in no time.”

I narrowed my eyes to view it clearly. I gasped shockingly, and the kind of pain that hit against me was an unfathomable one. My hands suddenly turned cold, and it shook like a scared baby mouse. What did I just see? Jamilah's death? I dropped the book first, and checked the other one. It wasn't Jamilah's book. It was from Ace. It had the words, "My Sister," written on it. What was going on?

The glossy jacket of a hard-cover library book sitting on the table with a paper marker sticking out of it caught his eye. Idly, he picked it up. Leeann must have got it to read during all those long hours -at the hospital. He’d never noticed his sister reading much except romance and mystery paperbacks. As he scanned the title, his blood began simmering. ‘What the . . .?’ he muttered. ‘Leeann!’ She appeared in the doorframe, her face reddening as she spotted the book in his hand. ‘Finding Your Family ?’ he asked, waving the book. ‘Who - I’m afraid to even guess - are you searching for?’

"That's why you're here. Not to kill me. To warn me. To scare me into leaving." "Smart girl," they said. "Too smart for your own good." They reached into their jacket. I tensed, ready to fight, ready to run. But they didn't pull out a weapon. They pulled out a photograph. Alice's face. Alive. Smiling. The same photograph from my duffel bag. The one that had been stolen during the break-in. "You want to know what happened to your sister?" The figure held up the photograph. "She found something she shouldn't have. She asked questions she shouldn't have asked. And she paid the price."

Hair a mess, pride in shreds. "Sorry. Too many fake sisters lately. Had to check. She's legit. Let her through." Told my team to lock her down, then walked off without a glance. Willa's plot armor still dulled anything non-lethal—I felt the resistance when I hit her. That afternoon, the peacekeepers hauled her off for a bogus "security review." That's when it clicked—she wasn't just bait. She was their weapon. The next few months blurred. I was locked in, locking down my spot in the base.

“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.