My Sister's Keeper Book Novels & Stories

I wanted a mate, but it came at the price of so many others. In the end, I was still unloved. Alone. Mocked by the haunting memories of what I sacrificed in an attempt to dream of something solely mine. Because of Vincent and his pursuit of maddening greed, many of the Keepers do not involve me. My Dark realm is not a welcome presence, and they remained wary as a result. All I have to keep myself company now are my tainted pets and my sister of beauty and light. I couldn’t tell you the last time I saw our other sister. Kara was not one to be around others. She was a hunter of men. None was safe.

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.

"My sister has her golden head bent over a spell book. I try to convince her to leave with me, as I must visit the market, but she refuses. She wants to stay, and has too much to do. She works too hard, wants to please too many people. And he, the brother closest to my age, has black hair, like mine, and he’s hunting in the forest, racing alongside the wolves." The bookworm and the warrior, huh? "You are the boss, I bet," she whispered with a smile. "And the youngest is the sweetheart." "She is a sweetheart, yes." James' eyes widened, a trace of pain returning. "Micah. Yes, that’s his name. I wonder where he is, where they all are, and what they’re doing." "You’ll remember, just like you rem

To grab their baggage and enter the building, a few guards emerged. ALPHA CLIFFORD VIEW Even though I was the one who sent my sister to England, she initially refused to return when I asked her to. Now, however, she is finally returning home. She finally consented to return home after my beta and I had to convince her.Even though I've been restless lately, I'm overjoyed that my sister is back. She advised me to send the cars instead of coming to pick her up at the airport, and she would meet me there.As I watched from my room window, Bianca and her other friends—all of whom I suppose to be people—came out of the automobile. My wolf started to stride back and forth in my head as I was fixated

THOMAS WOLFE WAS RIGHT. You can’t go home again. And I wouldn’t have had it not been for my sister’s accident. I flew back to Wilmington, North Carolina, and sat vigil over her for weeks listening to the beeps and clicks of the machinery that kept her alive, pleading with her not to die. Martha was the one person in this world who had always been there for me, believed in me, looked up to me, and never failed me. And I, Richard Charles Baimbridge, could not survive without her.

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

I couldn't fall. The figure glanced back. Even through the mask, I could see their eyes widen. They hadn't expected me to follow. They'd expected me to stand by the lake, screaming and crying, the way normal people would. But I wasn't normal. I was Alice's sister. And I was done being scared. "You can't outrun me!" I yelled. "I've been running my whole life!" The figure veered left, toward the old maintenance shed near the edge of campus. I'd seen it before, a crumbling building covered in vines, its windows boarded up, its door rusted shut.

Rebecca then left her throat and then rolled her fingers through her smooth skin and smiled evilly. "And if you don't do that. Then my dear, Nina Walker. You will meet the same fate as your sister. You would be burnt alive, in this dark room and with these candles," she threatened her. That was the moment her fear took over. She didn't want to die such a torturous death and she just remembered how bad her sister suffered. Her heart bled thinking about that and she shed tears of blood due to fear. "Am I clear?" Rebecca growled.

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.

“I promise not to let even the strand of my hair dirty the book. I really just wanted to read.” “...” “M-Madame?” “Then can you wait until I am freed? I shall give you a book of mine. Please cherish it then.” Teary eyed, Billie hugged me. “I promise I will never let the others play with the book. You can trust me, I am a clean freak.” “Clean what? Where have you learned those?” “There’s this really cool sister at the orphanage and she speaks so cool like that.” Wait does she know that filth- no, that girl who speaks weirdly? What was her name again?