Novel & Cerita My Sister's Keeper Novel

Garrick replied, his tempo raising. “We will never get over it. There is nothing to get over. You chose my sister over me. You never looked back even when I had your son. My sister was killed just after she gave birth, and you were around, Garrick. You called yourself an hunter but you couldn’t defend her!. Then you came with that bullshit saying her kid was killed too!, and Garrick…she was right under your nose. You left me broken and didn’t protect my sister even when you chose her. Fuck you!”

This one darkness hunter will lose its power and title when the darkness keeper dies but who is going to kill the darkness keeper after I come to my though. "Only the child of Mavis, the zodiac sister of Cancer is the only one who can kill the darkness keeper.The child of Mavis is the only one who has the power and can only see the darkness keeper in person, to kill him. A new title with come to the Everwood and the guardian title with be only know off a lower power to people then the keeper." I guess the thing is going to change later on and by the looks of it, this island will not take anymore after one more rain storm. Now looking around this island, this island will not make it through

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.

Her long, slim henna-tattoed arms were snaked around his neck and their mouths were joined, drinking ravenously from each other. I was not angry, not really. I was incredulous that Jacob would kiss my sister in public, in broad daylight. And that my sister would kiss Jacob in broad daylight, in public. Did he not know how I felt about him? Did he really care? Did he really like me or was it all in my head? Had I read the signs wrong? I sat outside in the evening, ignoring the whining of mosquitoes and the biting breeze, pondering on why Luc would kiss Jacob. Did she not know how I felt about him? Did she not care? Had she liked him all these while?

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

Mom said quietly as they got into the ambulance. "Your sister killed your other fine sister?" I heard someone ask. "She's not my sister, not anymore!" That was the beginning of my nightmare. Thanks for reading my book, if you enjoyed this chapter please tap the little star below, comment, and share thanks, XD.

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

I so wanted to stop the beatings when we came home, but mother led me upstairs - or dragged me, and locked my bedroom door. Inside the bookstore an elderly gentleman greets me, and I smile back at him but then he narrows his eyes, “You look very familiar. Have we met before?” He asks, and I shake my head. “I don’t think so, sir. But I am actually here to ask if you know my sister, or know somebody who did?” “Who is your sister, young man?” “Her name is Isabella.” “No, we don’t know her. Now you must leave.” He pushes me towards the door, but I slide out of his grip.

She looked younger than our Keeper, though something in her posture, ancient and weary despite her more youthful appearance, told me age wasn't measured simply by years for someone bound to a role like this. "Sister," our Keeper said, stopping a respectful distance away. "It's been a long time." "Not nearly long enough, apparently," the other Keeper said, voice carrying an edge of bitterness that made the whole ridge feel colder. "Given that you've finally come to check on me only after your own carelessness woke something in my ground that's been sleeping quietly for decades." "That's not fair," our Keeper said, though something in her voice suggested she didn't entirely disagree either. "I

They’re wrong. She turned the page. A Keeper isn’t born. A Keeper is the person who chooses truth when every lie would be easier. A tear slipped down her cheek. The words sounded exactly like him. Steady. Patient. Certain. She closed the journal as footsteps approached. It was Ethan. “I thought I’d find you here.” She smiled softly. “I was reading Dad’s journal.” He sat beside her. “What did he say?” Amelia looked down at the worn pages. “He said being a Keeper is a choice.”