My Sister's Best Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"Do you like her, Liam?" The memory of her voice, young and trembling with a hint of jealousy, echoed in the silent villa. "Sara’s brother, Leo, is my best friend. To me, she’s just a sister." "Really?" "Of course." "Liam... I believe you."

‘I certainly don’t see why you’re making such a big thing out of it. ‘You do not?’ he grated. ‘Not at all. After all—’ ‘You are the best friend of my sister,’ Bryan cut in furiously. ‘Does that fact not make this a “big thing”?’ he challenged.

Lai says, walking into the kitchen, “I could hear you two arguing all the way from my room” I pout before sniffling, “it’s your friend, he’s been so mean to me” I say, pretending to wipe a tear from my face. “Clark, what did I tell you about being nice to my sister” Lai says, going along with the act. Clark frowns, “your sister is a menace, she’s been disturbing me ever since she came into the kitchen. Couldn’t you have asked your parents for a more gentle sister” he says, looking at me, causing me to shoot him a dirty look.

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.

Winona did not believe me and even thought I was a conwoman. "Who are you? Why should I believe you? Yvonne is my best friend. Why would she poison me? Harass me any further and I'll call the police." I looked at her and said, "I'm Yvonne's younger sister, Greta. If you don't believe me, look into her bag. The poison is in there." Winona did not believe me and laughed coldly. "You're Yvonne's sister? She has never mentioned having a sister. You didn't even bother to make up a good lie."

“There are better ways to go about this issue. Beating your best friend up isn't going to make you feel better, and think about your sister's feelings too for goodness sake.” “He is no best friend of mine!” Michael said angrily. He left his wife and moved towards Dylan again; he raised his fist again but stopped, “Why?! Why did you have to mess around with my sister too? I told you she was off-limits!” Dylan sighed, “Michael, I love Mia more than my own life. Her existence is what kept me going since we were kids. I swear I didn't intentionally mess with her.”

"She's throwing a tantrum. We understand why she came home, but someone's life is at stake here. This is no time for her antics. Please, tell her." "What did you just call me?" "My sister." She blinked. "Your sister's my best friend, and that also makes you my sister." This woman had the gall to call herself my sister's best friend? I nearly laughed at her audacity. This woman slept with her best friend's husband. This woman turned her best friend's husband on her. This woman accepted a donation of her supposed best friend's kidney as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The sight of her healthy, lively face reminded me of something. My sister called

His confidence make me happy sometimes and that's why he's my friend. I think I should invite Ethan to an orgy but he'll totally decline. You may be probably wondering if I'm a man whore but I just love sex and fucking bitches. The way it feels when their walls clenches on my cock. But people I would never try that with would be Isabella, my best friend's little sister. She's too innocent for this world. I could ruin her which is never gonna happen. I've known her for five years now, when I was thirteen and she was eleven.

“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.”