My Sister's Keeper Real Family Novels & Stories

“As long as I follow him, I will definitely find a way. There is no one more capable than the Dark Lord. That god will do anything to accomplish his goals. And he will certainly reward those who serve him.” Gritting his teeth, Breaker revealed exactly why he had decided to follow the Dark Lord. Many thought he had made such a decision because he offended a powerful family. But that wasn’t so. The woman within his mindscape was his elder sister, and the only family he had since his earliest memories. They were orphans, and it was because of her dedication to him and her great love for him that Breaker was still alive. For the longest time she provided for him, cared for him, and watched over

That the man who could be my mateㅡ the one I had waited for such a long timeㅡ was betrothed to my sister. Why couldn't I have something to myself for once? “Don't you get it?” He started. “You're not good enough for Alpha Orion.” The words hit me smack in the face and I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white due to how hard I held on to it. “What do you mean? I'm also your daughter, are you saying I don't deserve happiness?” My voice cracked on the last statement.

“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.”

“But they don’t get to define who we are. We do. And from now on, you’re not alone in this. You’ve got me, you’ve got my family. And that’s what matters.” My sister may be a lot of things. A girl whose father sold her twice to protect himself, a wife who turns a blind eye to her husband's dealings simply because she loved that man more than life itself and a mother who will kill to protect her children if the need ever arises but I don't think I've ever seen her in this role.

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.

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.