Novel & Cerita My Friend's Little Sister

It is pure and it will always be there no matter how much her sister irritates her. "Vienna, it's suffocating," Ally muttered. Her sister pulled away before, looking at me curiously. "Come on, introduce me to your friends." "She's more like a twin," Ally said, causing my heart to swell in love for her. She gave me a warm smile but I could see the sadness in them. I narrowed my eyes at her curiously. "Ana, this is my big sis, Vienna. Sis, this is my best friend, Anastasia, her sister, Alice, and... uhmm Lianne." I pursed my lips to hold my laughter. She doesn't know how to introduce Lianne to her sister.

She says sheepishly. "To be sure, sweetie. Regrettably, I must inform you that I am not precisely a nobody to Mrs Diamandis. I am her older sister, and I have not travelled nearly as far as I have in order to be turned down." As I glare at her, I straighten my posture. "You said 'friend' not 'sister.'" She scowls at me. "Friend, sister... Do we really need to put a name on it?" I mutter.

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

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.

Her dark eyes matched his and she had his air of obnoxious arrogance as she turned to look at me as she slapped a miniature teddy bear with a smirk " I won this" My eyes widened as I took in the little ball that just zoomed in " You have a tiny , adorable sister ?" " Baby sister " said Jacob flashing a smile as he looked down at her " that's a big gap " I remarked looking at the cute miniature Jacob, looking down at her I smiled " How old are you sweetheart ?" " I'm seven " replied the little cutie pie with the same arrogant expression as Jacob , she held up both of her hands showing me seven fingers , as if to clear up any whatsoever confusion

“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.

He sighed because he doubt if he could ever have that in his life, after all, the girl he so much love is his sister, who will allow two siblings to get married, that will only be less hurting if his sister actually feel the same way with him. "I need to do my math’s homework" Anna said getting up, watching her parents being so loving, it breaks her heart "goodnight mom, goodnight dad. Goodnight Jason." "Good night love" Veronica replied and got up to kiss her head. "Goodnight sugar" said Samuel with a loving smile. Jason looked at her as well and wondered if he should say goodnight too but he is not in the mood to kill himself yet with thoughts "goodnight baby sis"

I just want to hide in my apartment all day. I open my message box and the first message I see is from my sister. I even want to call her. I want to talk to someone about last night but I don't have any friends. My sister is the only friend I have. I'm so lucky to have her in my life. She's just nineteen but she acts like my elder sister. She always listens to me and will always give me her shoulder to cry on when I need one. I'm also like that to her. I'm always there for her. I open the message and my face twists in anger as I read through it. What the fuck!

She speaks so cutely. I noticed her hands were holding onto this little girl's shoulders before her who was also smiling at me. I bet this little girl is Tracy's friend and I'm sure this woman could be her.... Mother? Oh god please let this beautiful woman be her sister. I would get totally broken if she was this little girl's mom. "Uh, hi." I answered. "My little sister is here to sleepover with Tracy." She smiles. My little sister. She said my little sister.

a way to say thank you in the only language Ive ever known —gifts not words. i let out a rough breath and drop the shirt onto the bed.My reflection stares back at me from the dark window —all control and composure but behind it i see the mess Ive made. Then, a small voice breaks the quiet. “my sister can be a little mean sometimes,” says the tiniest figure Ive ever seen — Taylor’s little sister standing barefoot in the hallway her pajamas covered in cartoon stars.she hugs a stuffed bear to her chest. “but she is really kind.