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I rummaged through everything, searching, frantically looking for more things that I had possibly looked over or missed. Just when I was at the brink of giving up, I found something. In a small tourist guide book, tucked into the back cover, I found another note. More than one. Same ink. Same drawings. Jokes scribbled in the corners, inside references I didn’t understand. And she’d kept them. Why?.Why would she keep notes? One's that she hadn't written herself no less? Suddenly, I thought of something. A possibility to all this mess. A link to my sister's death. Was Carissa seeing someone and she hadn't told me anything?

a whisper escaped my lips while my mind tried to have a grasp of the situation because there was no way in hell or heaven was I seeing my sister, who died 4 fuckin’ years ago. “We buried you… How???” “Excuse me.” Kayden’s gravel voice rattled as he abruptly turned on his heel and disappeared within the throng of people, without even looking back. Every ounce of energy that was left inside of me, flew away with him sending the little clutch bag I had in my hands to the floor. “After all these years, and he still remains the same.” Her lips tilted in a lope-sided smile before she shook her head slightly, then took a step towards me before bending gracefully and retrieving my back for me.

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

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.

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

"Elena!" A gut-wrenching scream cut through the street noise. I turned my head. A walking corpse knelt ten meters away, held back by three of my bodyguards. Matted hair. Sunken cheeks. The dark, bruised eyes of a junkie. It was Bella. "Elena!" she struggled, trying to get to me. "Look at me! Look at what I've become!" I watched her, my face a blank mask. "I don't know you." "You don't know me?" Bella let out a sharp, cawing laugh. "Elena, I'm your sister! Your beloved Bella!"

“I can't believe that Michael did all of these for me. I'm so speechless. This time he was true to his promise of making me his forever and burying the hatchet. I'm so touched by how he published our wedding date all over social media. It's... It's so romantic.” My sister places the back of her hand on her forehead, closes her eyes and sighs in a dramatic pose. I brush my hair and I'm trying not to pay any attention towards her but I only manage to say. “I hope he makes you happy and you don't regret your decision.” “Why won't he make me happy? Michael loves me. I am the only woman in his heart and he can't ever love another woman except for me. I'm sure even if I'd died in my coma then he s

“You know, the Smiths reached out to Veronica, too. They offered her five million to cut all ties and disappear for good. “That woman loves money. She took it and swore she wouldn’t come back, but kept stirring up trouble in secret. The Smiths found out and sent her packing, taking the money back. “Honestly, why didn’t they just give that cash to me? What a waste!” I could not help but laugh at Monica’s attitude. Right before we boarded, a text came in from James: [Amelia, you’ll never forgive me, will you?] [I know I broke your heart. I’ll prove to you that I’m sorry.] This guy was crazy! I ignored the message and turned off my phone. Later, while we were on the way to the hotel, Monica gas

"I have secrets too. I know where Arthur hides his other books. I am going to give them to her lawyer." Andrea nodded. "Do it. End them all. They have hurt too many people for too long." I looked at my sister and felt a small smile on my face. For the first time in a long time, I was not alone. I had Andrea. And for the first time in my life, I was doing the right thing. "Thank you, Andrea," I said. "Don't thank me," she said. "Just don't ever go back to that woman. If I see Clara in this house again, I will throw her out myself."

"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