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I moved to get up from the bed but he pulled me back in. "Where do you think you're going?" "To my room of course. Or have you forgotten that this is my sister's room?" I said. "Stay for a few minutes." I looked at him, I hesitated for not up to three seconds and relaxed back into the bed."just a few minutes." I don’t know how long we slept, but the sudden sound of the front door opening jolted me awake. Keys jingled as Lyra’s familiar voice hummed softly as she stepped inside.

I narrowed my eyes to view it clearly. I gasped shockingly, and the kind of pain that hit against me was an unfathomable one. My hands suddenly turned cold, and it shook like a scared baby mouse. What did I just see? Jamilah's death? I dropped the book first, and checked the other one. It wasn't Jamilah's book. It was from Ace. It had the words, "My Sister," written on it. What was going on?

Braille still finds me unnerving. He didn’t know how he came about the memories in his head which made it hard for him to lie to me. Most of what he said tallied with what Kara had told me. The actions of those bitches were only more confounding the more I learnt about them. They were a power hungry bunch and it didn't make sense when they had let the hunters have power over our affairs. Apparently, they’ve done that because their little game of chess wasn’t over yet. The only thing they held dear was power and that sisterhood of theirs, so what could have made them turn on themselves? I had grossly underestimated those beady eyed old women and obviously I’m still underestimating them, but n

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

Jane Jenkins (POV) Two weeks later, I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door. She opened it to find a teary-eyed me. The moment she saw me, I flew into her arms. She stood there and let me cry while rubbing my back, giving me comfort. Once my sobbing slowed down, she led me to the sitting area and sat me down on the couch and she sat next to me. She handed me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes. “Is this about Lucas? What did he do this time? And please don’t tell me he was with another woman because I would kill him if he caused you that kind of pain.” She said, looking at my distraught face.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

The kind of blue a woman could drown in. Isabella’s breath caught, audibly. She leaned forward, a hand drifting to her throat. A fire, petty and self-destructive, ignited in my chest. Before I could think, my gloved hand lifted, the numbered paddle a stark white in the gloom. “Fifty thousand.” Heads turned. A murmur rippled through the crowd. Bidding against your own sister? How deliciously tense. Isabella’s eyes met mine, a flicker of surprise, then wounded confusion. She bit her lip, a picture of thwarted desire. Her admirer, a brutish captain from the Genovese crew, immediately raised the bid. “Seventy-five!”

scold, me,” she said teasingly. A smile filled my face and I found myself laughing. “You really are something else,” I reply, looking down at the open book. “So, I am so confused. Marylin finds out that Remus has been lying to her the whole time, but then in this chapter, she sleeps with him. I don’t understand,” she says while showing me the next tab. I smile at her eagerness, “You don’t remember the gift that Remus gives her in the third chapter? A ring, forged in Dolos, the place of lost minds, rectified by the Keeper?” She nods her head as she flips back to the third chapter, “Right, it was a birthday gift.” “Yes, and remember Rosalyn later says that the Keeper went by many nam

Like me, he also has no idea and he only answers me with a finished contract thing. "Ashley's gone too. He's resigned as a keeper. Who will be with me later at the center?" "That's what your mommy called. Your official keeper has arrived at the mansion." I didn't pay attention to what Arnal said because there was nothing I could do. If only I had to choose, Aikee and Felix would still be the ones I wanted to be my personal keepers. We finally got home. When I came out of the pegasus, I immediately felt the silence inside.

I would've died if a colleague of mine hadn't come looking for me when I couldn't be reached. When I regained consciousness, I told Mom what happened. All she said was, "The fact that Amy treated you that way goes to show just how much of a failure you've been as a sister. You must've pissed her off with the things you said. Otherwise, why would she hate you so much?" All at once, I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy pool of water. I was chilled to the bone. "Even if I'd been the worst sister alive, did that give Amy the right to kill me?"