My Sister's Best Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

You look good when you smile" He told her and she scoffed. They both walked out of the coffee store hand in hand glancing at everyone who was busy with their daily routine. "Pardon me but don't you have any work doing?" He asked and Chelsea chuckled. "I did but I quit it. It's far from my home and I always miss my best friend when I am there" She said and he paused. "A guy???" Chelsea averted his gaze towards him and chuckled. "No, not a guy but she's like my best sister in the world . No one can ever take her place" She said and he smiled. "Just like my brother, no one can take his place in my life never" He said and she smiled.

But she wouldn't let him. "You just said your best friend should never date your sister... That means Sam's best friend" she pointed to herself with a little mischief in her eyes, "should never date her brother," she points to him with a sad little sigh. "Such a shame... And I was just thinking I was gonna like you..." I want to laugh when I see my brother freeze in dismay. My bestie sure knows how to play. And right now she is screwing with him... I just wonder if it's all for pretend...

No family, no friends, just the two of us. Years swept by. I was an adult now. Despite that, my sister still fought for my safety. She was my only family, my only friend. I couldn’t thank her enough for everything. Our relationship turned more into a telepathic feeling. Whenever she’s sad, I can’t be happy. When she’s far away, I feel lonely, a part of me will be gone. My lovely sister’s name is Luna Bianchi, a parent, a friend, a defender, and my guardian. AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️💖💞

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.

It would be better if my sister kept me company at my house. Serena was the best sister I could ever ask for. We had a lot of disagreements while growing up but I was glad we found our way back to each other. I realized that I didn’t need any more friends when I had my sister by my side. Serena was enough for me. We spent the rest of the day together, talking and laughing. Serena tried her best to cheer me up and take my mind away from my problems. Soon enough, we drifted off to sleep. ~•~

“That’s not the point.” “Then what is?” “She’s my sister, man. My baby sister. And you— you’re supposed to be my best friend.” He nodded slowly. “I get it. But I didn’t plan it, Jordan. It just happened. She’s smart, funny, stubborn as hell. Kind of like someone else I know.” I glanced at him, half-smirking despite myself. “You comparing her to me?” “Hey, you both drive me insane,” he said, and for the first time that night, I laughed. Just a little.

They probably enjoyed the thrill of fucking their best friend’s older sister and nothing more. “Sure,” Rafe answers, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “A friend of Miss Sierra is our friend too.” Miss Sierra. His tone is formal. Too formal, like they hadn’t just circled me like prey minutes ago. They’d have made a career in acting if they were actors. Riven nods. “Yes. We are totally cool with it.” I roll my eyes. Of course, they’re cool with it. But then, why do I even care? They’re all single, so they can mingle, right?

CRYSTAL. To everyone else, he was my brother's best friend, the polite one who helped me with homework, who always called me 'kiddo' with that easy smile. But to me, he was my biggest sin ever. I should be at home, in my bed, sleeping and getting ready for my big day in school tomorrow. But here I was, standing before my sin with nothing but my nightie while he made me moan his name into his palm clasped around my mouth.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.