My Best Friends Sister Novels & Stories

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.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

Sierra's POV “You have a sister?” I asked as he joined me in the car, behind the wheel. In my search on him, I didn't find anything about him having a sister. Even his parents, who weren't so close to him, were at least mentioned once or twice, but his sister, who he seemed to be close to, was never. He shrugged. “Sort of,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked as we drove off. “We aren't related by blood. She is my best friend, and I've known her since I was five,” he explained.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

Holy shit, what was happening to me? As he carried my suitcase to the door, I followed, trying to act normal. But inside? I was on fire. Ryan Hale wasn't just Dad's best friend anymore. He was danger. Hot, forbidden danger. And I was already addicted.

"Don't argue with her. You know how she gets." I did know. Sloane had been my best friend since seventh grade, when I'd shown up to middle school with secondhand shoes and a packed lunch that was just bread. She'd never made me feel bad about it. She'd just started bringing extra food, extra clothes, extra everything, like it was completely normal for the richest girl in school to share with the poorest. I hated it sometimes. The charity. The way everyone looked at me like Sloane's little pet project. But she was also the only reason I'd survived this long.

I murmured, pulling her into a hug. A breath escaped me as she wrapped her arms around me. My sister was my best friend. I didn’t need anyone else to replace her. We held each other for a while, neither of us wanting to pull away. But the second my phone pinged, I let go. She chuckled, shaking her head as she got to her feet. “I hope that’s him. But if not, you just missed out on a really good hug,” she mumbled, heading up the stairs. I smiled as I picked up my phone.

Then he stepped back, running a hand over his face. I knew, even in my haze, what this meant for him. Dante’s best friend. The family’s most trusted enforcer. Touching the boss’s little sister in a club booth, making her scream his name, carrying her home like a secret lover. In our world, that was betrayal. A death sentence if anyone found out. The room went quiet except for my slow breathing. The alcohol and adrenaline had finally won. I slipped into deep sleep. The taste of him and the feel of his fingers still lingering on my skin.

The way she watched me like a hawk almost made me laugh. Brittany and I have been friends for a long time, since childhood really. Our parents were best friends, so we also became best friends. She was older than me by two years so she was like my older sister. I would give my life for her and she would do the same, if she wasn't here, I wouldn't even know what to do.

I chuckled, "Me? I get really afraid but I conceal it well. My sister is late though." "I'm so sorry," Mel responded. "It's fine," I told her. "We lost my sister four years ago and it was an especially difficult time for my family, but we survived. I never had a best friend because my mom was worried that I'd be negatively influenced like my sister was. I was popular, though, and had many friends but we were not close. I think it's safe to say that here, you're kind of my best friend." Mel smiled, "Thank you very much, Miranda. As long as you are happy, I am happy because it means I am getting my job right. I like the kind of person you are.