Novel & Cerita Best Friends Sister

“I have a name.” “I’m sure you do.” She looks me over — sneakers, jeans, the plain shirt I grabbed off my floor — the way you’d look at a stray dog that wandered somewhere it doesn’t belong. “Vanessa Francesca.” She says it like I’m supposed to gasp. I don’t. “Jade,” I say. “Murphy.” “Right. Marcus’s sister.” She says my brother’s name like she’s placing a chess piece. “Derek’s told me so much about you.” A pause, timed for effect. “Actually, no. He hasn’t told me anything. Which usually means there’s nothing to tell.”

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

Then he stepped back, running a hand over his face. I knew, even in my haze, what this meant for him. Dante’s best friend. The family’s most trusted enforcer. Touching the boss’s little sister in a club booth, making her scream his name, carrying her home like a secret lover. In our world, that was betrayal. A death sentence if anyone found out. The room went quiet except for my slow breathing. The alcohol and adrenaline had finally won. I slipped into deep sleep. The taste of him and the feel of his fingers still lingering on my skin.

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

The neon lights did a great job of highlighting her tattoo—the same snake-in-a-vine tattoo as everyone else. "Get on your bike and make those b*tches shut up." She kissed both my cheeks. My gaze swung to the Vultures, the second most notorious biker gang in Seattle. They worked under the Vice President, unlike us who worked for the President. I moved my gaze back to her, and she was equally watching them. "Is Antonio going to be here?" "Nah, Mama is very sick so Papa has to be with her. He trusts you’d be able to handle things yourself." She then looked at me and furrowed her brows. "Your girlfriend didn’t come tonight, why?"

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

"Hey Beck's. I just wanted to let you know I'll be staying here for a few weeks. Some plumbing maintenance is being done in my apartment." But once I rounded the corner I realized my mistake. There in the halway stood a woman sure, but she wasn't my sister. Those curves and long red hair haunted many of my dreams. You know what they say, the things you can't have always seem to be the best. And those were the right words to describe my sister's best friend Rachel Bigsby. But for some reason, she hated me. It has always been like that. I really don't understand it though.

Miss Admirer: Anyway who was the girl with you today? She chuckled after asking this question. "He doesn't even know I was that girl." She murmured and giggled. My Hottie Biker: She is my best friend's sister. She is so annoying, clumsy like a kid and a troublemaker, therefore I call her kiddo. She rolled her eyes after reading this. My Secret Admirer: Okay! Leave all this and tell me how're so free today. Aren't you with any girl? My Hottie Biker: I had a plan but I had to drop kiddo at the college. She spoiled my all plan.

It burns on the way down, but it's better than the tension sitting in my chest. Pulling out one of my burners, I start typing. Me: Still don't have the target, but I did get a few leads. I'll put some brothers on them tonight. Me: How's my sister? A minute later, Niko replies. Niko: Not good right now. She's been crying a lot. Refusing to eat. Niko: But we've got a game plan to fix it. Good. They better. There's four of them now—if you count War. And I do. Because whether I trust the Serpents or not, he's useful.

She realized that Caroline was not only her sister but also the best friend who was always there for her. One night, while they were watching a movie together in the living room, Aalya looked at Caroline and said, "I feel lucky to have you as my sister. I wish we could face all obstacles together." Caroline smiled, feeling genuine happiness. "No matter what happens, we will protect each other." After going through various trials and tribulations, Caroline and Aalya's relationship finally reached a better point. They were no longer trapped in the jealousy and bitterness of the past. Over time, their bond grew stronger, like two best friends supporting each other.