روايات وقصص ضمن My Sisters Best Friend

"No. You always show up. That's not the same thing." I didn't have an answer. Liam leaned against the boards. The metal was cold. Condensation dripped down the glass. "You talked to your sister?" he asked. "Yeah." "How'd it go?" "She didn't forgive me. But she didn't kick me out either." "That's something." "That's what everyone keeps saying." "Because it's true." Liam crossed his arms. "You can't fix everything overnight. You just have to keep showing up." "That's what I'm trying to do."

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

Sliding glass doors led to a balcony that showed a stunning view of the city in the distance—bright lights, so full of stories and interest. "So beautiful." she said again. He dipped his head in silent concession, moving towards the kitchen and pulling a bottle of champagne from the fridge. She recognised the label for its distinctive golden color. He took her martini glass from her and put both their glasses in the sink, then she watched as he unfurled the foil from the champagne bottle and popped the cork effortlessly, grabbing two flutes and half filling them. "Your sister is an amazing friend too," Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t

One especially infuriating thing about Kieran Darjee is that she thinks she knows every fucking thing. She thinks she knows exactly how I feel and what I think. If she’d bother to ask every once in a while, she’d know just how wrong she is. Disregarding however I might feel about her, why would I not want her to be at the celebration? She’s been my best friend since we were kids and we’ve always gone to the celebration together, so why would that change now? We’ve let bygones be bygones and are choosing to ignore the fact that we were estranged for two years, so ideally, nothing has changed between us. Or am I expecting too much?

"And you need to meet my best friend, Liz." The moment the words left my mouth, my chest tightened. Zara noticed instantly. "Trouble?" I sighed. "I messed up. Big time." She gave me a knowing look. "From what I’ve heard, she’s like a sister to you." "She is," I said quietly. "Well, sisters fight. Sisters hurt each other. But they always find their way back to one another." I smiled through the sting of tears. "You really think so?" "I know so," she said firmly. "And for the record… it’s really nice having a friend who doesn’t care about my money, my looks, or what I wore last season."

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

“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.”

“I’m so glad you’re on the same page with me jasmine and I’m glad I have you as my best friend.” Best friend. That word suddenly became something I wish didn’t exist. “I’m glad I’m yours too” I nod carefully. “I’m thirsty” I say after she gets on her feet and wipes her face completely, trying to erase her relieved expression. “Oh” she blinks at me. “Of course, I’ll get you something for you to sip on, but I’ll need to ask the doctor if It’s okay” She beams. “Thank you” I say. “You don’t thank me jasmine. We’re soul sisters. I’d do this for you anytime, any day” she shakes her head with a smile, caressing my arm.

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.