Friends Sister Novels & Stories

"Have you seen any ex going to stick around her ex without any shrewd purpose? Prove me that! There is no such a position as best friend between a man and a woman!" What she said sent a wave of tension into my stomach, burning it. "Oh, SHOULD you not calm me now and say that I might be misunderstood!" She paused, "I could say if I was a fake friend but I see you as my sister! sh*t! Sisters are too honest and sometimes sh*tty to you!" "Hmm, I see! Don't bother yourself. I'm not the same person as before. I don't let them abuse me." "My girl! Let me know if it is serious we will twitch their ears together. Make sure you won't go through it all alone like the previous time. You have me, hon."

It makes Mikela and Freya laugh their asses off while Ethan covers his ears and Finn and I try not to gag. Three sets of siblings, all best friends. Finnegan and his twin Freya, Ethan and his younger sister, Grey, and me and Mikela. The girls are best friends just like I am with the guys, so we often hang out together. But it also means that we see each other as extended families. More siblings than anything else. And Grey has no trouble using that against us at times like this. “Goddess, Grey. That is not something that I want to imagine,” I say.

"Summer is my wife, and my woman" "Then what about me? What am I?" "You... are my friend, my sister, my family someone am grateful to, and care for. I have to go" He said and left her. "Your sister? How can I be your sister when we had s3x, your friend? do friends have s3x? If I can't be the one for you then I will make sure Summer is not that person too. I just have to ruin her, if you see her ruined then you will finally lose hope and be able to forget her."

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.

Tears form in my eyes as I utter the last sentence. She stood by me when I needed someone’s support. She held me up when I was falling down. That’s what best friends do, isn’t it? Female best friends are not just friends; they are more than that. They are your soul sisters who will be with you through every thick and thin, without even letting you feel it. She’s my soul sister, without a doubt. “I’ll miss you too, Grace. And don’t forget to video call me daily and make me see the twins.” She instructs me, her eyes filling with tears but she’s trying to hold back her emotions.

“No friend of mine is a failure.” The girls laughed as they prepared for bed, simply reveling in their friendship. The strength, comfort, and support they each gave and received made them much more than mere friends; they were sisters.

my little sister begged and I sighed, "fine.. I'll tell Susan not to fetch me." He nodded his head, "that's my girl..." and then he lifted my sister up and walked out with her. Immediately I took my phone out and texted my new friend.. ME: Hey straight ass friend so change of plans, my dad and little sister will bring me to the ground tomorrow and I'll just meet you guys there.. we can all go for burger later.. She immediately responded as if she was waiting for my text. Susan : alright no problem, my friends are so excited to meet my lesbian friend, you better look the part.. see you tomorrow xoxo..

“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.

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.”

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.