Sister's Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

She didn't think that her sister would ever try to harm her. “Madine, go back to the coma, please. It is better that way!” Nadine cried, her body shaking. “Nadine, stop. We are sisters and we shouldn't be doing this.” Madine sighed and then rubbed her forehead. She walked closer to Nadine with her hands open. “You are my sister and I love you but don't be like this.” She wrapped her hands around Nadine and then touched her hair softly. “I want Trenton, I can't let him go,” Nadine whispered, her body still trembling.

I squeezed Alpha Bastian’s hand, desperate for something solid to hold onto, hoping it would steady the nerves that threatened to eat me again. “At that time, I was trying my best not to fall for him because I knew he had a mate, but it’s harder than I thought, especially when he treated me so kindly.” I kept my eyes on my sister, searching for any hint of forgiveness or anger but she just watched me silently. The way she looked at me was unsettling. She wore a mask of calm and understanding, but I could feel something else, something cold and brittle, hidden deep in those blue eyes. It made me want to shrink away. However, I didn’t let it get to me. Not when I promised Alpha Bastian that I

she sniffled and nodded "yeah she's really cool" "well I gotta go, aye whats your name I don't want to get you confused with the other one" "I'm Tamara" she lefted her wrist and showed my a tiny tattoo of a semicolon "for Lisa, no one even knows I have it; but its one thing me and my sister don't have in common. A way to tell us apart" I nodded my head and got into my car "thanks for telling me and sorry for your loss" "thank you and thanks for listening"

“Maya on the other side of Hunter.” I moved into position, pasting on a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Perfect,” the photographer said. “Now, one more with just the sisters.” Helena’s arm slid around my waist, her nails digging slightly into my side where no one could see. Her smile never faltered. “Smile, Gracie,” she whispered through her teeth. “We’re family, after all.” I smiled, feeling the weight of her warning and the weight of Hunter’s gaze from across the room.

I take a deep breath and try again. “My sister got kicked out of my parent’s house, she’s pregnant and she needs a place to stay. So she moved in with me. Every time she’s around I get a little crazy, I’m stressed out of my mind. And for that reason I am not in the right mind to spend time with anyone.” I say and he looks at me thoughtful.

I wanted a mate, but it came at the price of so many others. In the end, I was still unloved. Alone. Mocked by the haunting memories of what I sacrificed in an attempt to dream of something solely mine. Because of Vincent and his pursuit of maddening greed, many of the Keepers do not involve me. My Dark realm is not a welcome presence, and they remained wary as a result. All I have to keep myself company now are my tainted pets and my sister of beauty and light. I couldn’t tell you the last time I saw our other sister. Kara was not one to be around others. She was a hunter of men. None was safe.

she pleaded, which surprised me; I had no idea my fiery stepsister was afraid of the dark, and I was sure to throw it in her face someday. She leans back, and her neck is on display; her oval face and wet cheeks, flushed and innocent, make my heart race faster than usual. I noticed the knot behind her neck and wondered why she had the tattoo representing survival. And I wondered what kind of life this sharp-tongued nerd of a sister had led before coming into my life and what she had survived. "Do not touch me," she commands, pushing my hands away from her ears. As I turned to leave, she used the all-too-familiar curse word I was already used to. "Asshole"

What? “Who is Destinee?” the idea of either of them being with this woman intimately makes me want to find her and fight with her for touching what belongs to me. I want to rip this woman to shreds. “She is my sister. Well, her wolf is Selene’s it’s complicated. Destinee is the keeper of Aura.” Yeah, that doesn’t make any sense to me at all. “Hold on. Human remember. Let me get this straight. So this woman, Destinee, has your sister’s wolf. Which, in turn, makes her your sister?” I ask, folding my arms over my chest and they both nod.

Instinct took over and with the guidance of Scarlett, the baby latched onto her mother’s breast. “Definitely my child.” Knuckles murmured as he gently brushed his hand over her soft red curls. Protect what’s mine The tattoos over his knuckles held a new meaning as he looked at them holding his daughter. Neither saw Siobhan as she snapped a picture of them. Nessie leaning against Knuckles’ bare chest with Abigail at her breast. Finger tattoos proclaiming PROTECT WHAT’S MINE cupped the tiny head. The other hand declaring DEFEND WHAT’S MINE were interlaced with smaller fingers with runes on them holding the small body.

She declared, “I bought sister bangles!” Handing one to Scarlett, Kate winked, “For Scarlett.” She picked one and handed it to Gaby and then to Kenzie. “To Gaby and Kenzie. I have one too!” “Of course, Mom has her own, but it’s different from ours,” Kate said, before giving Samantha her own bracelet. Scarlett smiled at her bracelet, and she was surprised to see it was already engraved on the back. It read [Little Sister, Scarlett]. That utterly made Scarlett smile, and tears threaten to fall from her eyes. She said, “I - I never really had a sister.”