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"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

I turned to her, meeting her innocent gaze. "Soon, baby, soon," I reassured her, my hand gently patting her head. "And what about Mom? You said you would bring her back to me." A pang of sadness echoed in my voice as I replied, "I will bring her to you, baby, just like I have always promised." I murmured sadly, feeling her small hand reaching for mine, seeking reassurance. This was the reason I needed that powerful book. My sister had mentioned it held the solution I sought. I was willing to move heaven and earth just to obtain it, and indeed, I did.

I know I was a bit out of line for treating my sister like that but just seeing her with her stupid grin feels too irritating for me. I’m jealous of how she had it all easy. That she wouldn't have to deal with it the hard way just like I went through. Suddenly, mother pushed a notebook on me. “What is this?” I asked. “Here. Swear to me all you want but read all of this. This is your sister’s journal. She wanted to update you.” I looked at the simple notebook. It seemed to have a hundred pages, all full of ink and dates and I tried to skin through.

I ate at the kitchen table with my back to it and watched half a movie on my laptop that I couldn't have described ten minutes after it ended. I brushed my teeth, turned off the lights and got into bed. Lay there for forty minutes staring at the ceiling. At midnight I got up, walked to the kitchen in the dark, and opened it. I didn't turn the light on. Just stood at the counter with the letter and the thin wash of streetlight coming through the window and read. The first paragraph told me Sienna was his sister. I stopped and read that sentence again. Then again. His sister. Richard Thornfield's illegitimate daughter. Twenty-four years old, alone in Portland, pregnant when she'd walked into F

she told Aria one afternoon as they planted basil, “that baby is going to be so loved. And I’ll be right here, the best aunt they could ask for.” Their sisterhood was real, deep, and healing—two survivors who had chosen joy and connection despite the darkness of their pasts. It wasn’t perfect. There were still hard days when memories crashed over them like waves. But they faced those days together, hands dirty from the garden, hearts open, and the knowledge that they were no longer alone.

"The Parker sisters' and the heroine's affection levels have reached 95%! Your mission to marry the heroine, Sophie Walker, is complete! Congratulations on completing the mission! Once your body dies, you will be able to return to the real world and receive a reward of 100 million dollars!" I suppressed a surge of excitement; finally, I could go back. My oldest sister, Emily Parker, and my third sister, Iris Parker, would stay behind and keep William Reed company. They had sent my second sister, Scarlett Parker, to drag me back home.

I repeat, urgency creeping into my tone. Wordlessly, he hands me the phone, and as I gaze at the horror on the screen, my blood runs cold, my heart halting in my chest. There, staring back at me, is a photo of my sister, a gunshot wound visible on her forehead. Beneath the gruesome image, a message reads: "An eye for an eye." END OF BOOK 1...BOOK 2 coming soon <3

pack - Chad, Killian, Logan, and Blair - never left my mind. I couldn't help but worry how they were doing and if they'd been able to mend their differences. On a peaceful Tuesday afternoon, while stacking fresh arrivals, I overheard a conversation that made my heart stop. Two regular customers, elderly sisters who come in every week for the latest romance novels, were talking quietly. "Did you hear about that handsome young man from the Wolf Creek pack?" one of them responded. "The one who used to come into town sometimes?" I froze, my hand about to place a book on the shelf. "Oh, yes," the other sister responded. "Chad, I believe his name was. "What a shame." My breath got locked in my th