My Sister's Keeper Book Novels & Stories

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.

I hadn't been so lucky in my previous life. After Amy latched onto me, I became her personal, full-time caretaker—unpaid, and even paying out of my own pocket. I figured that, even if she was utterly without a conscience, she would still realize that I'd done enough for her as a sister. After all, I waited on her for months, paying for all her expenses and even giving her an allowance on top of that. Who would've thought that she would try to kill me for the sake of her assailant?

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

Ezekiel's eyes widened in shock, and Rebecca quickly stepped between us. With an aggrieved tone, she said, "Maisie, if you don't want to, that's fine. Don't make things harder for Ezekiel. I'll go to the hospital right now and end the pregnancy!" Her tone was so determined that Ezekiel immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. However, the look he gave me was cold enough to send chills down my spine. "Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!"

"Elena!" A gut-wrenching scream cut through the street noise. I turned my head. A walking corpse knelt ten meters away, held back by three of my bodyguards. Matted hair. Sunken cheeks. The dark, bruised eyes of a junkie. It was Bella. "Elena!" she struggled, trying to get to me. "Look at me! Look at what I've become!" I watched her, my face a blank mask. "I don't know you." "You don't know me?" Bella let out a sharp, cawing laugh. "Elena, I'm your sister! Your beloved Bella!"

That doesn’t mean it pisses me off any less, though. “What are you doing with it?” I asked, turning the book upright to see if I could make out the name on the cover. It is so worn that the front could as well be blank. I looked up at my sister expectantly. She better have a good ass explanation for ruining the work I barely managed to finish. “I noticed something weird about it,” she rounded the desk and came to stand behind my chair. “Usually, all the books about old kings and all that are saved in a locked closet, right?” I nodded.

"She’s a celebrity. You’re giving me too much credit." Of course, we looked alike. Because she was my sister. … "I heard that during your illness, Miss Dawson stayed by your side without wavering. Are the two of you about to make it official?" My throat tightened as I looked at Liam on stage. He curved his lips slightly and raised his left hand, revealing a simple silver ring on his ring finger. It was the same one I bought years ago with my part-time earnings, just to cheer him up. For someone of his status, wearing such a cheap ring seemed completely out of place.

Hands suddenly grab me hard and fast. "Dad?" "It's me." My sister is standing in my doorway in a tattered dress with blood slick down the front. Staring at her, I can't believe Booker would hurt anyone like this. I don't think Booker is even capable of this kind of violence. There is a reason Booker isn't an alpha even though he is of good blood. "How could he?" I say with my mouth open wide. "I'm in pain." She walks two steps toward my bed and suddenly falls between the sheets. She passes out fast and hard. I still haven't gotten any answers, but I do have my sister.

"I mean absolutely everything to make sure she never changes. If there’s anything or anyone that poses any sort of danger to her even in the slightest way—I wouldn’t hesitate to get them off the face of the earth. And trust me, I know how to hide my bodies." "What?" I feel all blood drain from my face and a shiver passes down my spine as I hold his unwavering, icy gaze. Then he chuckles. "Just kidding." I let out a sigh of relief. "Not really.” What the– "Anyway, that’s not the point. My sister is an amazing girl and the most wonderful human around, and I always want her to stay happy. You happen to make her happy, Walker."

The jock retorted. Savannah fixed her gaze back on Mia. “You’re pathetic. I bet you did it on purpose just so you could touch him.” The girl got closer, glaring at the girl dressed in black. “Dream on bitch. He’s never going to be interested in an ugly whore like you.” Without warning, she gave Mia a sharp shove, causing her to stumbble backwards. Mia scoffed and retreated. “You’re both as delusional as each other.” Savannah watched her new step-sister leave before pulling her boyfriend away. His eyes were lingering on Mia a little longer than she would have liked.