My Best Friends Sister Novels & Stories

I remember when Sharon would tell me she would go over to his place when Tony was working and staying at his condo downtown. “Yeah, and they played it off like it was no big deal,” “Well to them, it is no big deal,” I stated. I traced my fingers down his chest, dragging back and forth over his stomach. “But he’s my best friend,” Tony exhaled looking up to the ceiling. “And I’m your mom’s best friend. So where does that leave us?” “In a fucked up situation,” I nodded my head in agreement. “I was just thinking what your mother would say about us being together,” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.

I think we were running off pure adrenaline by the end of it. I chuckled, but my eyes slid to Allison, and there was a worried furrow in my brow. "Sounds like you two have had quite the adventure," I said. Hannah grinned. "Definitely. Allison is my rock. I don't know what I'd do without her. Allison's flush deepened. She was grateful and full of guilt at Hannah's praise, relieved she had her support, but at the same time, sickeningly reminded of the secret she kept from her best friend. She glanced across me, I returned a small, encouraging smile.

The angle behind the friendliness. So mostly I keep to a small orbit. Chloe, who's been my person since elementary school and never once asked me for anything. Rayne, my dad's younger sister, who's more like a slightly chaotic older cousin than an aunt. And the band's whole extended circle are the people who've been around long enough that they stopped trying to impress anyone years ago. Those are my people. Everyone else has a question I'm not sure how to answer yet.

A grown woman with feelings, and just like Kai said, I don't think I want my best friend to decide who I fall in love with. Especially if he is her older brother. My first love. My first everything.

“I have a name.” “I’m sure you do.” She looks me over — sneakers, jeans, the plain shirt I grabbed off my floor — the way you’d look at a stray dog that wandered somewhere it doesn’t belong. “Vanessa Francesca.” She says it like I’m supposed to gasp. I don’t. “Jade,” I say. “Murphy.” “Right. Marcus’s sister.” She says my brother’s name like she’s placing a chess piece. “Derek’s told me so much about you.” A pause, timed for effect. “Actually, no. He hasn’t told me anything. Which usually means there’s nothing to tell.”

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

Then she sighed and came closer to stand in front of me. “I really like you too but Olivia will never be okay with anything going on between us.” “It’s not her business.” I argued angrily. “It is. She’s my best friend and she’s your sister.” Bella pointed out. There was a brief moment of silence which was not sitting well with me. “So, what do you want us to do now?” I summoned the courage to ask.

"Ethan….It’s not that simple." "Then help me understand," he said. "Please." his eyes met mine and the genuineness I saw, I couldn't resist further. I will just let him know so he will stop beating himself up. I walked towards the couch and sat down, pressing my palms into my thighs. My heart was racing. He sat down next to me. "There’s something you don’t know," I said gently. I took a deep breath. "Your sister," I finally said, my voice cracking. "Anabel is my best friend."

I know this is a major heartbreak for her and she must be crying tirelessly somewhere now ,I've seen Tracy console her few times back then when they were in high school but this is something worse . What should I do ? My phone beeped with a message I rushed to check it " Please help me look for her ,she's probably somewhere crying in this cold rain ,you know that crazy girl gets sick easily " From Tracy I think my sister is the crazy one , although I sometimes envy their friendship .. Despite their fight she still cares about her . I rushed off the bed , grabbed my keys without hesitation and ran outside . Few minutes later ............. I've called her phone repeatedly and it's switched off