My Sister's Keeper Novel Novels & Stories

I eventually got tired of the countless buzzing and I pulled the phone out, watching as the screen flooded with notifications stacking up on each other. T*****r. I*******m. News alerts. All of them, I clicked on one and the new began. “Sereia Fontaine, the woman who kidnapped her own sister years ago, has allegedly pushed her pregnant sister to the ground at a charity gala in Geneva." I scrolled down. “Witnesses say Fontaine has been trying to destroy her sister's life for years. First the kidnapping. Now this." They were more articles, headlines and even a photo of my face.

I wished I had died too and cursed myself for selfishly eating the dandelion shoots instead of giving them to her. One of the elder Keepers came in, an older woman with hair as silver-white as the Wolf Moon. Emmie patted me and tried to get me to eat some oats and molasses, but I wouldn't. Day after day, she came back cooing to me in the sacred language of the Keepers about what a good sister I was. She told me I would make a good mother someday, a better mother than Mama. She promised that the pain would pass but said I needed to eat soon, or the others would kill me.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

"There was... a woman." Kieran stared at her. His golden eyes widened. "What did you say?" "Lysandra." The name echoed through the chamber. Kieran froze. His face went completely still. Then emotion swept across it. Shock. Disbelief. Hope. "My sister." His voice broke on the final word. "I had a sister." The memories flooded back all at once. Nova watched realization spread across his face. "Lysandra Blackthorn." He whispered her name like a prayer. "The Second Keeper."

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?!"

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.

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

The moment I believed my sister died. The moment I believed I was the one who survived. The moment I believed I was the lucky one. And now Now I realized the truth. I wasn’t lucky. I was chosen. I was rewritten. I was made into a new person. And my sister was made into something else. Something inside the spine. Something they used. Something they kept alive. Not as a person. As a tool. My sister’s eyes glinted. “You want to know why they kept me alive?” she whispered.

It couldn’t be. But deep down, a part of me wondered if that was the only reason I cared so much about saving him. * My hands were still trembling from holding the spell book I’d stuffed into my satchel. Every time I replayed Sarah’s words—“I’ll blind Alpha Williams this time”—my stomach twisted. It was hard to believe that my own sister was a witch. And actual poisoner. I couldn’t let fear win. Not now. Not when I finally had something real to use against her.