My Sister's Keeper Real Family Novels & Stories

"Now we can plan how to save Elias without walking straight into their trap." "We?" Amara looked surprised. "I've been hiding in these woods for years, watching over you from a distance. I'm done hiding." I pulled out an old wooden box from under a floorboard. Inside lay a staff carved with old symbols—my mother's staff. "You're a Keeper," Amara realized. "Half-Keeper," I amended. "My mother was Thalia's sister. I was sent to watch over you when you were born." "Why didn't you tell me before?"

That he plays. His smile when he sees me is private. Not polite, not performative, just for me. “You came,” he says. “I said I would,” I say, my voice is light as melody. "Where is the rest of your family? You said they would be here." "They will be, just a bit later. My sister came back today from a trip, so they stayed behind to wait for her." His sister, Aurora. The only one of the family that seems normal, perhaps because she spends most of her life away from them.

“Sister, I called her. She stared at me surprisingly. I loved you. “Don't call me your sister. I am never a sister to a bitch. She cried out, stay away from me. You took everything away from me. “I never did. We are family and I love you, sister. I said. “We loved you. Father finally broke his silence. I never hate you. I love you, as well as your sister, and about Aiden, he is never yours. He is not your mate, and you can never force him to love you, or claim you. Only your mate can claim and mark you. Aiden Mark on you will lead to your death since he is not your fated one. I don't want you to feel hostility toward your sister because of this, please. I am begging you, daughter.

As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back. That was until she died from a drastic accident that changed everything completely, an accident that ruined me completely, and an accident that left me scarred for life. And it had to be all on my birthday! Isn't that classic?

He told me. "You're right, there's something on my mind but there's nothing you can do to fix it, thank you for your concern, you're such a sweet man, my sister is so fucking lucky to have you in her life, I'm jealous." I told him. "You have me in your life too, matter of time before I'm family and when you want to talk I'll be there to listen to you, I promise." Damn his lips were in that fucking smile again, could he stop being perfect for just a second?

Jessica kept screaming, "Who do you think you are?! You're nothing but a leech!" "I told you, I'm his sister! If you don't believe me, ask Dennis yourself! Call him right now, and I'll speak to him!" I tried to explain, but she didn't care at all. She only raised her hand and stopped the assault when I grew dizzy and everything started spinning.

Kenneth opens his arms wide to catch me before I slam into his chest. "Oh, baby sis, are you okay," he whispers, and I nod against his shoulder. "I can't believe someone got in here and took you. I didn't hear a thing," Kenneth mumbles, and I nod again. "Come on, baby sister, let's get you situated," Kenny says as the Sheriff clears his throat and eyes my brother over. "Sir is Amber's guardian home," the sheriff, whose name I don't remember, asks after coming to the conclusion Kenneth looks too young and too gay to be my dad.

I said, trying to keep my voice steady, as I was still seated on the floor, still in shock. “Yes, I did, Catherine; you are accusing my sister of killing Jack; she is my only family," He explained rudely as he began to undress. “So The kids and I aren't your family; why the fuck did you beg me to come back to the pack," I yelled, almost crying but trying to keep my tears back; I couldn't cry in front of him; I won't give him that satisfaction.

Walking behind them, I mentally shake my head, trying to snap out of my infatuation. As soon as we walk into the apartment, she crosses her arms in front of her chest and turns to both of us. “What is this about, Connor?” She asks her brother. “Why is he here?” Connor gives me a chagrined stare then turns back to his sister. “Remember that picture we found of Alistair’s son?” She nods her head. “Yeah. What about it?” Connor pulls his sister under his arm and waves his hand in my direction. “Well…this is him. This is Declan, my brother.” She looks at me then at Connor. Her eyes shift back and forth several times, then widen in shock. “Are you kidding me?” She asks, smacking her brother in the

"What's going on?" I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. "Actually, forget it. I don't want to bring it up." "No, please. I want to help." "It's just..." I looked directly into her eyes. "I thought since you have a sister you'd understand what it's like to have someone who can't move on from a past relationship." She considered it. "Rhea had an ex. But she's over him now." "She is?" It slipped out but I caught it. "I mean—how did she manage it?"