My Sister's Keeper Book Novels & Stories

"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 repeat, urgency creeping into my tone. Wordlessly, he hands me the phone, and as I gaze at the horror on the screen, my blood runs cold, my heart halting in my chest. There, staring back at me, is a photo of my sister, a gunshot wound visible on her forehead. Beneath the gruesome image, a message reads: "An eye for an eye." END OF BOOK 1...BOOK 2 coming soon <3

Danny nodded frantically and promised right away, "I will, Dad! Just please bring her back. That man looked really scary." When Dad nodded, Danny finally relaxed. "Alright. Let's go get your sister now. It's her birthday today." A smile finally returned to Dad's face. Warmth spread through my chest at his words. They really did love me. Mrs. Fletcher next door was wrong when she said Mom only loved Danny. She was completely wrong! Next time I saw her, I would tell her exactly that. "Danny, we're going to bring your sister home now." I blinked in confusion. I was already home. I waved my hands frantically and tried to grab their arms. "I'm right here!"

"But stay the fuck away from my sister." "Understood," I say quietly. "I think I am going to head home for the night." Faris picks up his controller and just grunts at me. He and Chad are focused on the game in front of them and they don't see me slip out of the game room. Slowly I make my way back up the stairs to Keena's room. I peek my head into the doorway and see that Keena has her Lycan History Book on her lap. Her lips move slightly as she silently reads the words and I find myself wondering how soft her lips are. I am so lost in my trance that I don't notice her bodyguard getting up from his spot across the room and slamming the door in my face.

Heather said as she pointed to the page that the entry she wanted me to read began. Book readings: September 11, 1691 My mind was heavy, too consumed with worry. It's been months since I've heard word of my sister. I know not where she's been or what has become of her. My mate looks upon me with a forlorn gaze, knowing my deepest dream was to set sights upon her once more. Alas, I am too often denied. I pray to our mother to keep her protected and guarded. Her enemies multiply like rodents, and they have driven her and her family into hiding. I know myself well. My rage, whilst justified, would be all consuming. Fear rotates constantly through my mind. Not for myself, but the world around me

No, she orders in her authoritative voice. When Killian comes within hearing distance, Andrea speaks again, “I'm not doing this because I have the hots for you. I mean I had a crush on you ages ago, but not now.” She rolls her eyes, changing her tone, “I care for you so that my brother doesn't get a heart attack and dies earlier than intended. So, you better be careful, pretty boy.” Blush coats his cheeks, hearing her speak about something like this so nonchalantly. “What a loving sister I have. Wow, I'm so touched that it feels like my heart is out in the open, getting kissed by a gentle breeze.” Comes a sarcastic remark from Killian.

"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.

Her gaze sweeps across Luna, the Misfits, the warriors, and the guests from other packs. "I carry the title of Keeper, yes—but I am not the only reason we survived. We survived because Bran stepped in front of blades meant for me. Because Kaelith almost gave her life and still whispered her blessings. Because Luna and the Misfits dared to fight with nothing but kitchen pots and stubborn hearts. Because even my human friends I didn't believe could show up for me came at the last hour and were still able to help. The Old Keeper who failed his trial didn't feel jealous of me, but instead, he chose the right path and helped me win. Because even in the darkest hour, someone still believed in the

and never in a million years will I be able to read his thoughts or understand where he is coming from. The rest of the night went by in a blur. As I expected, my sister was protected by other leaders inside the castle. She was with the mother of the Alpha, Beta, and Omega. She was guarded by them to prevent any attacks that might be directed at her. It was an understandable move from the leaders—my sister is crucial in our pack; we cannot let her be exposed to such harm.

she said in surprise. Heath stared back, breathing hard. “You are my mate, too,” he said eventually. “So, yes. I am jealous.” He blinked as if taken aback by the confession. “But that… none of this… That is not why we’re here. The Secret Keeper… you need to stop, Aislen. Stop rocking the boat, stop exposing the secrets of this town. You are making enemies, and sooner or later, someone is going to…” “Kill me?” She suggested when he trailed off. “Yes.”