My Sisters Best Friend Novels & Stories

"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?

I compliment her, making her eyes light up like a glossy silver necklace. " That's what best friends do." She's right, best friends make things easy for each other, they are ready to sacrifice anything to make the other happy, but Ava is more than that kind of a friend... " If you think I take you as my best friend, then you are wrong. You are my fucking sister, Ava." " You deserve a kiss." she laughs, her cheek glowing. She continue laughing as she get into her car, if we weren't in a hurry she would make the kiss real, and maybe dance, she was excited.

“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.

I cried. "Are you placing a man over your best friend?" She asked. "Hm," I said, pretending to think it through, "my best friend can't give me heart-stopping kisses." "True, true," she concurs, playing along, "but she can take you out swimming and buy you pizza!" "My boyfriend can do that too," I argue stubbornly. "Lucinda abeg," she says giving up. My name rolled off her tongue, startling me, "come jor. And my love wants to see you."

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this day? Do you know how long I had to hide? How long I had to smile in your face and wait for him downstairs after he left your bed?” I looked at her. “You were my friend. My fucking best friend.” “I was tired,” she said. “Tired of covering it up. Tired of pretending I was happy for you. Tired of watching you sit here thinking you had him. Tired of watching you enjoy all these wealth.” “I brought you into this house.” “And I stayed.” She smiled again. “That’s the difference. Whenever we’re done, he’s so satisfied, That’s why he doesn’t come to you afterwards. He already got what he wanted from me.”

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.