Dating Sister's Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You certainly won’t know ‘that friend', trust me.” I stared at her. The room felt smaller. Hotter. “Oh no, Lara.” I stood up slowly. “I actually know who that friend is.” Her face changed instantly, her smile gone and eyes narrowing. “What?” she whispered. “Isn’t she Gina? Jones’s sister? The same one who happens to be Darrell’s fiancée?” The heavy words hung there. Lara’s mouth opened, then closed. Color drained from her cheeks. For a second she just looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time.

"Right." Two hours later, Diane hurried down the stairs from her new room to open the door. She pulled the door open and hugged her sisters, Malvika and Natasha. Behind them was a dark skinned girl of Natasha's age. Diane knew her. She was Natasha's best friend, Alyssa. So, when she hugged her sisters, she hugged Alyssa too. "Hey, Lyss." "Diane," Alyssa mumbled, hugging her back. "It's nice to see you again."

I clearly said no and cut the call rolling my eyes imagining her bloody face. Bitch!!! "Hey!! Who was it? And what did that person say making your mood off", my friend aka closest friend Sasha asked. "Dad.. he said my so called sister is getting married and..", before I could complete she yelled in amusement being over dramatic but you know what I love this dramatic Bitch more than anything. "Sasha get slow.. you will make my pretty innocent ears bleed", I scolded her but she being a sassy dramatic ass kept on ranting while dragging me with her to bed.

" dearie,before you make any decision,I suggest you've a heart to heart talk with your sister, she'll understand,she as to find a way to fight her inner demons and you can only help but that doesn't mean you can't out your happiness in the process,now sleep...wait what is the guy name?" Si Yang lie on the bed " Ned Liu"Daisy lift her brow "that's his name,well thank you,you know I once believed my friend that you guys are creepy "The two giggle " But I realized overtime that yours is the most loving kind of family and if I wish for a mother it's gonna be you" " You're flattering me" " I'm not"Si yang beam,pulling the covers on her body " It's the truth" " Thank you Yang , Goodnight"Daisy wal

I waited. "I have been thinking about what it means," she said, "to have had you here." She said it carefully, with the specific, unhurried attention she gave to things that required the full weight of the words rather than the quick, bright delivery she gave to most things. "Not for the pack or the territory or any of the external things. For me." She paused. "You came here and the pack had a silver wolf. Ethan had a mate. I had." She stopped. Looked at the window. "I had a sister," she said. "The kind you chose rather than the kind that arrives. And I want you to know that before tomorrow, while it is just us standing at this window, because tomorrow there will be the ceremony and the pack

"You guys, as in the fake relationship you've created to thwart off these other crazy girls?" "No, we are dating now." "What? She's your sister." Damon pressed his friend with a hard stare. "There's no blood relation, and the last time I checked, I'm free to date who I'd like to date." "Of course, but damn..." Ben ran his hand through his thin brown hair and glanced around. "What happened to the busty blond?" "She's an old friend from college. Nothing more. We dated back then." "Set me up with her." Ben chuckled.

She says sheepishly. "To be sure, sweetie. Regrettably, I must inform you that I am not precisely a nobody to Mrs Diamandis. I am her older sister, and I have not travelled nearly as far as I have in order to be turned down." As I glare at her, I straighten my posture. "You said 'friend' not 'sister.'" She scowls at me. "Friend, sister... Do we really need to put a name on it?" I mutter.

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.

Her hair flowed beautifully, and her green eyes looked at me with a smile as she approached the sink. I know her, and she must know me. We often meet at parties like this. Amanda Dimitriou, or maybe her twin: Rafaella Dimitriou. The sister of Maven Dimitriou, the best friend of my sister's fiancé. They were both at the same college as me. "Hi, Gretta." she greeted kindly.

I was instantly enveloped in his warmth and that familiar scent of cigars. "What if I am?" Dante asked, his warm breath fanning across my face. "You'll get tired of her soon enough," Daisy sneered. "You always do with women." "How much longer are you going to interrupt our date?" Dante asked. Daisy scowled. "This isn't over," she muttered, then stormed off. Dante released me, and I nearly lost my balance. "What... what was that all about?" I stammered. Dante shrugged. "That was Daisy. My late wife's sister. My mother is always trying to set us up. I apologize for using you."