My Sister's Keeper Novel Novels & Stories

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

Instead of saying anything, I simply stared at her. She scoffed. "Forget it. At the end of the day, you're still my baby sister. I've already blocked and deleted that guy's number. I'm warning you—I won't hold back again if I find out that you're still with him after this." When I nodded obediently, her lips curved into a triumphant smirk before she left with a skip in her step. I had a feeling that she planned on using her own number to contact Xander, with the excuse that she had changed numbers.

“If you had any backbone, you wouldn’t come back after leaving! “Now you’re still dreaming of returning to the pack and competing with Rose for her position. You’re truly shameless!” Leon’s words instantly caused everyone to look at me differently. “I thought Claire came back to care for her sister. I didn’t expect her to come back to steal her sister’s happiness. “Good thing Alpha Leon loves Rose.” The surrounding discussion made Rose’s eyes redden. She generously stood in front of me again. “Please don’t say that about Claire. After all, she’s my sister.”

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

Hair a mess, pride in shreds. "Sorry. Too many fake sisters lately. Had to check. She's legit. Let her through." Told my team to lock her down, then walked off without a glance. Willa's plot armor still dulled anything non-lethal—I felt the resistance when I hit her. That afternoon, the peacekeepers hauled her off for a bogus "security review." That's when it clicked—she wasn't just bait. She was their weapon. The next few months blurred. I was locked in, locking down my spot in the base.

Full of bath steam and little footprints. Bianna came into the kitchen behind me and picked a grape from the bowl on the island. “They were so happy, though.” I stared at the glass wall behind the sink. The yard was getting darker now. The little lake behind the house sat still as ever, like the world hadn’t just tried to stab me with a coincidence sharpened to surgical precision. “Yeah,” I said. “And, by the way...” Bianna tossed the grape into her mouth, far too casual. “Your sister’s fiancé looks like the twins.”

**The Keeper’s Dilemma** The morning brought little relief. The atmosphere in the house was suffocating, and the tension between the family members was palpable. Clara, Ethan, and Margaret sat in the dining room, the journal open between them. The words they’d read the night before still lingered, like an invisible force wrapping around their thoughts. “What does it mean to be the Keeper?” Clara asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Margaret looked thoughtful, her fingers tapping the table. “The Keeper is more than a title. It’s a responsibility. Whoever holds it is the balance between light and darkness. But that balance comes with a price.”

’ve done the worst to them! The only person that stayed ‘by force’ was my little sister Emma, when she heard about what happened, she left her studies in New York to come and stay with me. We were really close as we grew, you see. However, my poor little sister was unaware of the monster that I have become as the bordered that flight. As soon as she arrived, she found my doors being shut on her face, but she refused to give up on her brother. She found her way into the mansion, even chose herself a room. Each time I threw her out she would somehow just appear back inside my mansion the next day. Eventually, I got tired of trying to get rid of Emma so I let her stay, but you see that was my b

"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."

Liam explained to her and her eyes widened as each word registered. At the same time, Clara walked into the room. Clara was the name of the nurse Liam had hired. “I figured that your sister would not let you be until she was sure that you had died. That is her main goal, to kill you.” “Kill me? She wants to kill me. Wait, my children her in her care. My triplet her with her. Please, I have to go. I have to go and save them. My children… my children!” She tried to move but she could as she was overwhelmed by pain and the constant bang in her head. When Madine was that she was helpless and couldn't even save herself talk less about her children, she clashed her palm over her mouth. A gasp esca