Friend As Sister Novels & Stories

"It's time, Lily. Dad is asleep." "What about mummy? What if she is not sleeping?" Lily asked and I wished Mummy snored too. "Let's just... Risk it." I liked the word risk. Lily did not argue, it was one of the things I loved about her. She was my partner in crime and a faithful follower, the best sister anyone could ask for.

There was no answer. I turned to look at the first girl I saw, "hey have you seen my sister- Sarah anywhere?" I wondered, knowing that I didn't know who she was so there was a high chance she didn't know who I was. "She's still getting her makeup done over there." She pointed at a group of women and I realised they were trying to work on her hair and face at the same time. "Thank you," I smiled at her and went to meet my sister. "Sarah," I stood in front of her, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand what the definition of a small wedding is." I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time.

Like he was waiting to see how far I would go to deny it. My sister laughed softly, completely unaware of the tension suffocating the space between us. “You two are already getting along,” she said, clearly pleased. “That’s good.” Getting along? If only she knew. I forced a small smile, my hands clenched at my sides to stop them from shaking. “I think I should go, I need to freshen up” I said suddenly. Too fast. Too desperate. Both of them noticed. My sister frowned. “Already?” “I’m just… tired.”

Sophia. My sister. My twin. The other half of every memory I had ever made, every birthday, every family dinner, every Sunday morning with our mother's cooking filling up the house. Sophia, who had known every private thing about me since we were eight years old. Sophia, with her perfect posture and her soft laugh and her talent for making every room feel like it had been waiting for her to arrive.

If she wants to leave Salvacion, she should tell me so I can take her to Agrianthropos. "It's okay, Paige. It's too bad you can't meet my cousins... but it's okay since your brother is here now," Paige's friend whispered to my 'adorable' sister. "But you didn't tell me that your brother is gorgeous," my sister's friend added. "Eewww... Don't ever like him, he's bad."

She took it, swallowed it in one go, and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, eyes filled with mischief as she turned to me. "You know, I don’t think I have properly introduced you guys to my sister," she said to her friends , her voice with fake sweetness as she gestured toward me. "Everyone, meet Quinn. Though calling her my sister is a bit of a stretch. You see, she’s more like an accident that never got cleaned up." Her friends burst into laughter like she had just told the joke of the century. My heart hurt.

“Now how many of you consider the sister of your best friend as a childhood sweetheart?” Almost everyone of them put their hands down. “Have you not been around your friend’s sister? Have you not played with her?” “We have” the people who put their hands up previously responded in unison.

I watched these people praise my sister, Anna Smith, and belittle me, and my heart gradually turned cold. In the family chat group, my mother mentioned Anna. Mom: [I booked the flight for you. Once we arrive in Mexico, you can buy whatever you want. I have money.] My sister hinted: [Mom, I heard that Mexico is close to Guatemala and has many good materials.] My mother immediately responded: [Okay, okay, we'll buy you a jade bracelet.]

“I’m asking you to protect your friend.” Friend. Is that what Fern is to me? Or is she more? “She trusts you,” Grace says softly. “Even now.” Something twists in my chest, and I know that I will comply with whatever Grace asks of me. Even if it ruins me. “If the councils begin pushing harder,” Grace continues, “I want to be able to argue for her.” “You would?” I ask, not fully believing what she has to say. Grace’s expression turns wounded. “She’s my sister.”

When he came out and saw me, he smiled quickly and walked over to ruffle my hair. "Who upset you today?" His friends laughed when they saw me. "Your little sister is here for you again? "Such a clingy little girl." I pouted. I had never liked being called his little sister. I had never thought of Stefan as a brother. So, in front of his friends, I said to him directly, "Can you stop treating me like a sister? "I don't want to be just your sister. "I like you." The moment I said it, his two friends laughed first.