Friends Sister Novels & Stories

When she appeared I already concluded that my short friendship with Christina was going to come to an end and it was about to happen. Christina looked at me then back at my sister. “Are you talking to me?” she questioned, and Lissa closed the gap between us. Christina did not back down and look her dead in the eyes. “Yes, I am. This girl is my sister and trust me. She will bring nothing but trouble to you if you keep hanging out with her.” There, my friendship is dead. “You know what I think? I think you are the cursed one, am sure I would want nothing to do with you myself if I had a sister like you. This beautiful flower right here is my friend, and you better stay away from us.” I could n

“I want us to be friends, do you think that’s possible?” She nodded. “No my lady!” She averted her gaze agsin. “A nobody cannot become a fruegd to such a humble lady as you.” She was stiff, it was something I had thought was going to happen and I sighed. “I don’t have a sister, didn’t have one while growing up. I see you as my sister and even though you don’t waht us to be friends, I’ll still regard you as my sister.”

, she said looking at me disgustingly. "Excuse me, how dare you accuse Palm tree and my Sis. I think you never heard of true friendship in your entire life. Oh I am sorry, I totally forgot you are a mother of a bitch who is behind married men right? What can I expect from you?", Dhara shouted at her. "Don't waste your energy Dhara. These kinds of people never understand the meaning of pure friendship. Their eyes always find faults in everything. Even if a brother and sister hugs they will think they are having affair", Shreya supported her.

"You think putting on heels and make up makes you a woman. You are not a woman, you a little girl" "I'm the same age as your sister" "And I can't be with my sister" "Why can't we be friends?" "We cannot be friends, I don't like you" "You are friends with Valerie" "She is the same age as Lucio. Your sister, Valerie, grew up almost the same time as me. You weren't even born when I graduated from highschool" "I was in diapers" "What's the difference? Now get lost"

"No, you're not." "Yes, I am." "Jane, we don't share parents. We don't share blood. We don't share DNA." "So?" "So that means you're not my sister!" "That's not what sister means." "What does sister mean then?" "Sister means the person who grew up with you. Sister means the person who knows all your secrets. Sister means the person who would do anything for you." "Would you do anything for me?" "Yes." "Then where were you when Dad died?"

"About your sister?" "Yeah." "How'd it go?" "She had lunch with me yesterday." Liam stopped skating. Leaned on his stick. The blade tapped against the ice. "And?" "She didn't forgive me. But she didn't scream at me either." "That's something." "That's what everyone keeps saying." "Because it's true." Liam started skating again. His strides were long. Powerful. "You can't fix everything overnight. You just have to keep showing up." "That's what I'm trying to do."

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

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.

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

“You’re working even at your sister’s party.” “I’m a programmer. I don’t actually live,” I answered flatly. In the center of the ballroom, Fiona looked like an ad for happiness. Her dress was ivory, not a wedding gown but definitely enough to make it clear she was in the phase of not caring who was jealous. She laughed brightly, hugged aunts, greeted guests, and every now and then waved at me from across the room like, look at me, sis, I’m happy. And I lifted my hand and waved back with a thin smile.