Novel & Cerita My Sister's Keeper Novel

I glanced at the cover. “Where did you even get this?” I asked. She shrugged. “Found it in the closet.” Right. I’d forgotten I’d left some of my sister’s old books here. The last time I’d sat here, my sister had been with me. We’d hidden from the storm, from Father’s guards, from everything that hunted us. Now I was hiding again — only this time, it was with another person I cared about. I looked down at the page Evelyn had been on. Some romance scene — overly sweet, too easy. And yet, a single line caught my eye, something about the way a man touched a woman like she was the only real thing left in the world.

* Even after I got home, I still wasn't at rest. I got home really late that night, thankfully I had my keys if not I would have to climb in through the window. "...You Jessica are that lost princess of Sorania, next in line to the throne, my half sister and also the guardian of the book." Those words kept replaying in my head as much as I didn't want them to, I mean, this was the only family I knew, they couldn't have just picked me up. Right?!?

“I was kidnapped by rogues on my 8th birthday. My older sister and I were both taken. But I escaped after a month, thanks to her sacrifice. After that, my family and the whole pack began resenting me.” “Is your sister dead?” “No.” The word came out fast, almost desperate. “I’m sure she’s still alive. My sister is strong and smart. I believe she got away from the rogues, and she’s living somewhere safe. I just… know it.” “If that’s true, then why didn’t she come back to your pack?” Beta Owen’s question made my head whip around to face him. For a moment, I was taken aback, unable to find the right words.

He lifted Bella into his arms and walked out without a second glance. The door slammed shut behind him. I lay on the cold floor, letting my blood soak into my dress. Slowly, I placed a hand on my flat stomach. There was once a tiny heartbeat there. Now, there was only silence. My phone slid out of my bag on the floor. The screen lit up, showing a picture of my sister, Lily. She was smiling, bathed in sunlight. I picked it up with a trembling hand, staining the screen with my blood. "Lily… I’m so sorry…"

✨ The moment he appeared— Every book in the room began floating. 📚⚡📚⚡ The air became heavy. Breathing became difficult. 💔 The masked stranger looked directly at Ilyaan. Then spoke. 🌙 “The Last Memory Carrier.” 😱 Ilyaan froze. “Who are you?” The stranger smiled behind the mask. 💀 “I am The Keeper.” ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten War The Keeper slowly walked toward them. His presence alone felt terrifying.

I hadn't been so lucky in my previous life. After Amy latched onto me, I became her personal, full-time caretaker—unpaid, and even paying out of my own pocket. I figured that, even if she was utterly without a conscience, she would still realize that I'd done enough for her as a sister. After all, I waited on her for months, paying for all her expenses and even giving her an allowance on top of that. Who would've thought that she would try to kill me for the sake of her assailant?

“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 stopped in the doorway. Across the street, under the glow of a streetlamp, a sleek black car was parked perfectly. And there, standing with his back against the car door, was Aaric Bernardi. I took a deep breath before stepping forward. I inhaled deeply before finally speaking. “You should call Mellan.” Aaric, focused on driving, only furrowed his brows slightly, as if I had just said something absurd. “Why?” I glanced at him, trying to keep my tone steady. “Because she’s my sister. And she’s your fiancée.”

I fought a large number of soldiers on an empty stomach. Everything that happened made me felt like I had transferred into another world, and not the world I was used to. It all happened in a day, from meeting my brother to the discovery of the Brakoon, to meeting Thalia again, finding out she was the Keeper, or at least, shared bodies with the keeper, to finding the lost Azurah legends who happened to be the two women in my life, instead of the old man with a crooked nose which the prophecy has mentioned.

"Just like my mom was. The Keepers are a group of women whose job is to guard powerful old things, to keep them safe from bad people. The job gets passed down from mothers to daughters. My mom's name was Lyra and she told me your grandmother was the one who taught her everything. She said your grandma was the smartest and strongest Keeper." He took a shaky step closer, needing her to believe him. "My mom figured out that some of the Keepers had turned bad. They didn't want to protect the powerful things anymore; they wanted to use them. So she came to your grandmother for help. They knew they had to hide the journal. It was the most dangerous thing of all. It's not just a book, it's like a k