Friends Sister Novels & Stories

I asked with a smile and she looked at me. "Excuse me? Shouldn't you be working instead of asking students what they are reading, right?" A question from one of Asia's friends. "A-Ah I'm just looking at what my sister is reading." I answered and turned to look at my sister. I saw her close her eyes tightly as if she didn't like my answer to her two friends. "What?! Is this your sister, Acasia?!" another friend asked in shock. "N-No," she answer and I fell silent. "You just misheard. Friend. She's just my friend."

My mother teases me, reaching over my sister to place a kiss on my cheek before doing the same to my friends. "Kira is a little excited." My father rolls his eyes as Akira squeals and hugs my friends, taking selfies with them for her I*******m as though she's some crazy fangirl and not the annoying little sister they've all grown up with. "Oh no way… no, nope… I need more coffee for this." Charlotte, Jamie's sister and my sister's best friend, announces, stopping mid step and turning on her heel to walk back the way she came.

"I felt sick and I had to go." "Yeah, your sister told me. She said James drove you home and Jacob was pretty mad when he heard that," she said, her voice sounded really close like she was right next to me, "your sister said there is a love triangle going on between you and the twins. How are you feeling now, are you still sick?" Jacob must be a jerk like Luc said and she wasn't any different. "I have no idea about a love triangle," I said, trying to keep any emotion out of my voice, " and I am feeling so much better, thanks for asking."

My sister-in-law, Ruby Nolan, had been a part of the family for over a year. She got along very well with my parents, but her attitude towards me was somewhat lukewarm. She rarely spoke to me. She would regularly buy gifts for the whole family but conveniently forget about me. When I came home for summer break, she would take the whole family out for a movie, leaving me to wait for them outside on the porch. During casual chats, she would deliberately bring up topics that would only be relevant to the rest of the group, leaving me out of the conversation. She would even kick up a fuss whenever my parents gave me some money for my living expenses.

And I sure as hell never thought I'd be the type to keep going back to the same woman for a threesome—especially not my sister's childhood friend. We're not exclusive. Made that clear from the start. Just a no-strings hookup. Still, I figured it would blow up eventually. Ashley always struck me as the jealous type. The slap-the-shit-out-of-you-for-looking-at-another-woman type. Turns out, I was dead fuckin' wrong. Because right now she's sprawled out on this table, Diamond's head between her thighs, moaning like she was made for it—and loving every second as much as I am.

Upset by her stinging words that hit a little too close to true and tired from everything. My sister is crazy. A delusional dog with a bone. No matter how many times I defend her or deny it, I have to agree with my friends. My sister is a sandwich short of a picnic, and maybe I should study psychiatry in my time here to better sort out the head mess she is.

Flying her hands in the air she stated in an amazed tone. "Yaar, you're Sam's friend. I have stocks of clothes in my closet. You just wait for a minute. I'll bring some for you right now." Saying that Sam scoot from there leaving no further argument. "My sister is full-on crazy. When she likes someone. She'll do anything for that person. Never give a second thought to getting herself into any problem while helping others. And here you are so cute and sweet who can ignore you?" "She treats you like her own sister. Cause she never shares her things with anyone except me. So it's proved that she doesn't treat you like friend but sister." Purvi told her with a wide smile.

Ava pov.. My sister's friend are one weird shitty group, not that I cared about them , maybe I do, but Daniella strangely seems to be getting in the way with my sister. She takes the way walk way as her and as intentionally pushed me off from following my sister down the stairs.

And she was more of a sister than Lexi. It must be true that being a sister is measured not only by blood but also by the connection and relationship that you both build together. “Let her be. You know how rude she is, right? Don’t let her get into your system, Carrie.” She softly stated, as her foxy dark brown eyes moved towards her best friend. Carrie let out a deep sigh. “Until now, I really can’t figure out whether you are just really that gentle and kind or you are already a saint, Shea.” She amusedly commented.

His brows furrowed and he asked, "Why do you want to know?" "I don’t know but I guess a part of me wants to know if it’s a cool people thing. I mean my ex-boyfriend is the coolest guy in college." "Well, mine too, but in camp. Jessica Halls, she was the coolest, she was the best." My heart sank like a stone when he mentioned her name. "That’s my sister," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me with a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Your sister is a bitch."