My Sister's Keeper Real Family Novels & Stories

She wrapped her hand around Jaden and planted a kiss on his lips, then shifted to Jordan and did the same. My chest clenched again, rage flooding through my veins. Her eyes raised in my direction, and the smile on her face dropped. “Hello,” she muttered in a flat tone, forcing her hand to wave at me. I forced a smile, keeping the pretence rolling. She cleared her throat and darted her eyes over my brothers, silently demanding an explanation of who I was. “I'm their sister,” I blurted out before anyone decided to tell her. I didn't know if any of them saw it, but I was sure I saw relief spread across her face when I said that.

I had to come and protect you, even if it meant putting myself at risk," he said. "Thank you for being here," I said sincerely. "We need to leave here, you needed to be treated!" Dickson had said but I wiggled my head to indicate no. "Dickson, I appreciate your concern, but I can't just leave now," I replied firmly. "I've been working on something important, and I can't abandon it," I told him firmly. "And what else can you do in your condition?" He questioned in a very confused expression. "We found this boy Liam, and his only family he has left is just his sister, Sophia but she had been taken away by the "KEEPER SECRET" I strongly believe that they are connected to the hidden silent, Dick

Aiden said carefully, "is often more paranoid than necessary. I understand his... protectiveness. But surely he can't object to family helping family?" The word 'family' landed oddly. I wasn't family. I was the wolf-less freak his brother had claimed. "I'm not family," I said flatly. Aiden's expression softened into something that looked genuinely sad. "You're his mate. His Luna. That makes you my sister, whether my brother acknowledges it or not." He paused. "I know I haven't exactly been... present. The paralysis kept me isolated. But I'd like to change that, if you'll let me."

He asks me. Ignoring him, I looked everywhere but at his face. He has me by my short and fucking curly's, and he damn well knows it. I feel protective of Emma. She's the only family I've ever had that accepts me for me. She's just as protective, and that bonds us. She's my sister. "Fine," I spit, batting his arm off me and pushing him away. "Remember who you answer to, kid. Get that girl under control. She'll be more to handle than those bimbos you choose to keep."

But now, sitting in this bed with one brother awkwardly holding onto my shoulders, another hovering nearby pretending not to be emotional, and Damiano watching me with unmistakable affection in his eyes, and a mate who thinks the world of me, I realise how badly I wanted this all along. Family. Real family. The thought terrifies me almost as much as it heals me. "You alright there?" Max, the quiet brother I believe, asks quietly. I laugh weakly, swiping at my cheeks. "Probably not." That earns a soft chuckle. "Good," he says. "Means you're normal." "That's disappointing." The second brother as I know is Killian, snorts beside him. "Yeah, definitely our sister." Our sister. The words hit me

“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.

“I send my grandkids to United States, and they forget how to dress properly for the dinner table when they come back.” Theo leans back in his chair, smiling. “Hi, Papá. Good to see your attitude is still consistent.” “Theo,” Papá nods. “Are you over there taking care of your sister, or helping her destroy the house?” “Depends on the day,” Theo answers honestly.

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.

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.