My Sister's Keeper Novel Novels & Stories

But she is a welcome fucking addition that both Titan and I enjoy. When I got back to Katrina's, she was sitting in the living room across from a man dressed in all black with a hood over his head. It was clear he didn't want to be seen or recognized. "Ramses, this is Thayne, he is the last Keeper besides myself." She said. I nodded to him and took a seat next to Katrina, putting my hand on her leg as they spoke.

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

As he returned to work, I brought him a glass of water, when he just happened to reach out. We touched each other, but he withdrew his hand first and pretended like nothing happened. "Your sister won't survive." There was no doubt about it—anyone who could be objective would be able to see that there was no hope for my sister. Even with that mysterious spell that kept her alive despite losing almost all of her blood, it was just pointless. Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body.

"She’s a celebrity. You’re giving me too much credit." Of course, we looked alike. Because she was my sister. … "I heard that during your illness, Miss Dawson stayed by your side without wavering. Are the two of you about to make it official?" My throat tightened as I looked at Liam on stage. He curved his lips slightly and raised his left hand, revealing a simple silver ring on his ring finger. It was the same one I bought years ago with my part-time earnings, just to cheer him up. For someone of his status, wearing such a cheap ring seemed completely out of place.

"Heidi, the night I left Mannorworth, I was in a daze and got into an accident. I lost both my legs. I read your picture book every day. Congratulations on your wedding. Everything I put you through—it all came back to me." I finished reading, then tapped delete and block. I felt no hatred nor any sense of vindication—for I had long moved on. … Clifton sat by the window in the care home, his phone screen frozen on the "message sent" page. The nurse placed his medication on the table. "Mr. Cooper, it's time to take your medicine." But he didn't move. The picture book on his lap was open to the last page. The little girl, holding her magnolia wood paintbrush, had walked out of the shadow. Spri

Back where my heart was stomped on like a cockroach at a fast-food joint. I rolled my shoulders as I pulled up to the pack entrance, attempting to shake off the tension. There was a new guy at the security post, and he looked at me the way you look at a suspicious package at an airport. I rolled down my window. “Hey, I’m Naomi Carter. Theo’s sister. Just heading home.” The guy folded his arms. “Theo Carter has exactly one sibling. And she left five years ago.” I blinked. “Yeah. That would be me. The long-lost sister who comes back for a very dramatic homecoming.”

My fingers had been a good eight inches away from the goddamn mark. In front of us, two rows of guards lined the entrance of the keep. The duo closest to the doors stepped toward each other to open them so we could pass through. I nearly planted my feet in the ground and refused to move another step, but my annoying sister sent me a death glare that kept me walking relentlessly forward, following Short Bangs inside. I ground my teeth once we made our way into the keep. “Fuck me, she’s here,” I whispered desperately. “She’s in here. Somewhere. Allera…”

"Fine! I'll do anything you want! Just leave her be." "Oh, yes, you will. Hur that'll be after the Keeper is done with your sister. And should you chose to disobey me, I'll bring in another to do as he wishes with her," Malkar's words sent chills down her spine. His words sent a bone-deep chill through Sheera, her heart constricting with fear. Painfully, she watched as the Keeper forced himself on her sister, right in front of her, his assault merciless and rough. Naya's sobs filled the room, breaking Sheera in a way she'd never thought possible.

His expression darkened, betrayal and hunger and something raw I couldn't name. Chapter 7 didn't end in romance or resolution. It ended in chaos. The truth was out. I wasn't the lost sister. I was the heir. And now? The real war could finally begin.

“Oh, it’s you. You’re the bitch’s brother. Hahaha! “Did you know your sister was 8 months pregnant when she died? “The fetus was fully developed. She was cut up, and it was a boy.” Marella Jules was my older sister by a decade. I took our father’s surname while she took our mother’s. She disappeared without a trace seven years ago, and I hadn’t heard from her since. When she died, I was still in high school. I spent five years looking into her disappearance. It took me another year to plan my revenge.