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Danny nodded frantically and promised right away, "I will, Dad! Just please bring her back. That man looked really scary." When Dad nodded, Danny finally relaxed. "Alright. Let's go get your sister now. It's her birthday today." A smile finally returned to Dad's face. Warmth spread through my chest at his words. They really did love me. Mrs. Fletcher next door was wrong when she said Mom only loved Danny. She was completely wrong! Next time I saw her, I would tell her exactly that. "Danny, we're going to bring your sister home now." I blinked in confusion. I was already home. I waved my hands frantically and tried to grab their arms. "I'm right here!"

Rebecca then left her throat and then rolled her fingers through her smooth skin and smiled evilly. "And if you don't do that. Then my dear, Nina Walker. You will meet the same fate as your sister. You would be burnt alive, in this dark room and with these candles," she threatened her. That was the moment her fear took over. She didn't want to die such a torturous death and she just remembered how bad her sister suffered. Her heart bled thinking about that and she shed tears of blood due to fear. "Am I clear?" Rebecca growled.

My sister snarled softly, baring her teeth at me as though I was once again a child and she could scare me. But that was no longer the case, I had matured over the years and I intended to continue doing so, whether she liked my thought patterns or not. I snapped my eyes towards the store keeper as he flashed me a smile, a clear indicator that he had heard our conversation. Damn it, I scolded myself and my sister mutely, we aren’t supposed to confirm their suspicions of what we are; or why we live so far away from the civilised world. “I have collected everything on your list.” The pleasant store keeper smiled sweetly, handing us several bags containing vital necessities that our village need

My heart raced while reading, praying that he didn't barge inside the room and find me prying in his personal book. Passage Text: "I found my long-lost sister, Ella Harris. She lives in Canada and works as a chief nurse at a private hospital. She should be 51 years old this year. Probably married with two or three kids and a dog or cat. But things didn't go exactly as I had planned. We failed to connect. She left home and has reasons not to come back, which makes me feel uneasy. She's my sister and I would love to meet her one day. I don't know what to do."

I open it and notice the cover is thicker than a normal book cover. I skim over the page and notice all the words are in the ancient text so I hand the book to Kyra. She looks at the book, a small smile forming on her face, and then she begins to read from it. Translating it in English. "There were two sisters. One day their mother asked them to go to a garden and pick her favorite flower. She told them that they would be rewarded when they brought the flower back so both girls eagerly agreed. Two paths lead to the garden. One path had green grass and beautiful flowers that were pleasing to the eye. The other path was dry and barren land, it was a longer route to the garden and had mighty mo

I rushed to her side and soothed her by rubbing her back. Finally after some time, she sniffed and croaked, "L-Luke dumped me!" "Oh, Anne! Don't you worry, we'll talk to him, okay?" I assured her and she nodded quietly. I brought a box full of tissues, berry delight ice cream and more than dozen full boxes of kitkats for the night. It was midnight and it was the climax of the movie 'My Sister's Keeper.' The tissue box was almost empty and my entire room was filled with used tissues. Ice cream was melted and stuck on the sheets of my bed. Half-munched kitkats were still lying on the table.

This woman, this fae, was dangerous. And she was called Mathilda, which means she wasn't the keeper, but probably works for the keeper. "Not probably, Sherneil. I do work for the keeper. She is my elder sister, after all," she said softly, still standing where she was. "Certainly not the keeper. But possibly stronger than her. Trust me," she said again, this time, in my mind. Damn! She can hear my thoughts! "I can do so much more, wolf." Behind her appeared five Sisters of the Keep. The large ones. The ones that had chased us just before Lisa had found us. The ones scared of the rain.

“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.

My chest hollowed out, leaving nothing but the memory of his hands on me, the echo of his voice calling me piccola. I told myself it was fine. That I’d wait. That this was what sisters did—see their brothers off with grace. But deep down, I knew the truth. Sweet sisters don’t burn this way. Two days later, I was in the library when the murmur of voices broke through my concentration. I glanced up from my open book, my eyes narrowing as I caught two maids whispering near the shelves. Their tones were hushed, conspiratorial, and I almost ignored them—until I caught one word.

"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.