My Sister's Keeper Book 소설 & 이야기

The kind of blue a woman could drown in. Isabella’s breath caught, audibly. She leaned forward, a hand drifting to her throat. A fire, petty and self-destructive, ignited in my chest. Before I could think, my gloved hand lifted, the numbered paddle a stark white in the gloom. “Fifty thousand.” Heads turned. A murmur rippled through the crowd. Bidding against your own sister? How deliciously tense. Isabella’s eyes met mine, a flicker of surprise, then wounded confusion. She bit her lip, a picture of thwarted desire. Her admirer, a brutish captain from the Genovese crew, immediately raised the bid. “Seventy-five!”

As soon as I stepped outside, I ran into my sister and Lex in the garden. Their fingers were intertwined, bodies pressed close together, looking utterly affectionate. "Thalia, are you going back to our mother's place today? Isn't Kane coming with you?" My sister's eyes sparkled with smug cunning. "Kane is at the company. I'm going to find him," I said. The words made a flicker of resentment pass through Lex's eyes. He had always been jealous of Kane—stronger, more capable, and unburdened by illness, unlike him, stuck at home because of his weak body.

“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.

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

This woman, this fae, was dangerous. And she was called Mathilda, which means she wasn't the keeper, but probably works for the keeper. "Not probably, Sherneil. I do work for the keeper. She is my elder sister, after all," she said softly, still standing where she was. "Certainly not the keeper. But possibly stronger than her. Trust me," she said again, this time, in my mind. Damn! She can hear my thoughts! "I can do so much more, wolf." Behind her appeared five Sisters of the Keep. The large ones. The ones that had chased us just before Lisa had found us. The ones scared of the rain.

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

She was not paying attention. I then asked the older sister who facing the unlit fireplace, she was stitching a scarf made out of red yarns, “Excuse me, sister, have you seen a book with a handwritten title on the cover? Its mine I left it yesterday.” But she only answered me a “No.” “Is this what you are looking for?” A stern voice said. And then I saw it, the plain white cover and the failed cursive of the title. Unfortunately, it was Sister Rene who was the one holding the book.

Then I remember something Anna told me once, back when she first died saving me at the Border. “You’re my sister,” she’d said. “That bond doesn’t break, not for death, not for anything. No matter what form I take, I’m always your sister first.” I reach into death concept not as eternal Keeper but as Anna’s sister, using familial bond instead of cosmic authority.

“Don’t make me grab you around the neck and give you a noogie. It’ll mess up your hair and then I’ll have to hear from your mate about how you were whining to him about it.” My sister turns her full attention to me. “Emerson Gunnar, did you just make a joke?” “No, I was being very serious,” I say, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Damn, Quinn must have mystic powers. Is she part witch?” “Nope, she’s one hundred percent Guardian,” I say, finally turning to my sister. “And she’s perfect for me. It took someone close to me, someone much smaller than I am, to smack me upside the head so I could see that.”