My Sisters Best Friend Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” Vanessa smiled sweetly, but her words were venomous. “Her mother seduced my father and had her out of wedlock. She’s my half-sister. Just like her mother, she loves throwing herself at powerful men for favors. It’s in her blood.” The words hit me like sharp knives. Emily’s face turned red with anger. “Vanessa, shut up. Don’t you dare speak about my friend like that again.” I couldn’t take it anymore. My vision blurred with tears as I turned and hurried down the steps, desperate to disappear from their sight. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach for a brief second.

She raised her chin in what looked like defiance, but was really an act of fortification for herself over what was to come, while their lustful eyes consumed her. “I’m first, this time,” Jeremiah muttered. “Tell me more about what you need,” he said as his lackeys stood so close behind her that she could feel their body heat on her back. “Not another clean up, I hope.” “I told you,” she grumbled. “My sister is missing and I need you to find her. Time is of the essence.” “It seems an odd thing for Sybil to send you to us to find a missing person. We usually work on more delicate and dire cases such as the one we just did for you. What is it about your sister being missing that makes it so

the brunette says, acid lacing her voice. “The only good thing about her is her hot brother. Adam. I don't understand how they're related to be honest. You know Adam slept with my sister last year, she said it was better than she imagined. Maybe, I'll try to make it to one of their parties, I hear they host a few a semester." "Ewe, isn't that gross? Sleeping with the same guy your sister slept with?"

Note: I don't if there are any consistent readers but if they are this is for you. I no longer will be updating every week instead I will upload 2-3 times a month, depending on how I feeling. Thank you for your continued support. xo. Now on to the chapter. ''She's my best friend. I'm allowed to crush her if I want to,'' Zack stated. ''Well, she was my sister so I get a say and I say get off my sister,''

Holy shit, what was happening to me? As he carried my suitcase to the door, I followed, trying to act normal. But inside? I was on fire. Ryan Hale wasn't just Dad's best friend anymore. He was danger. Hot, forbidden danger. And I was already addicted.

“You’re working even at your sister’s party.” “I’m a programmer. I don’t actually live,” I answered flatly. In the center of the ballroom, Fiona looked like an ad for happiness. Her dress was ivory, not a wedding gown but definitely enough to make it clear she was in the phase of not caring who was jealous. She laughed brightly, hugged aunts, greeted guests, and every now and then waved at me from across the room like, look at me, sis, I’m happy. And I lifted my hand and waved back with a thin smile.

The way she watched me like a hawk almost made me laugh. Brittany and I have been friends for a long time, since childhood really. Our parents were best friends, so we also became best friends. She was older than me by two years so she was like my older sister. I would give my life for her and she would do the same, if she wasn't here, I wouldn't even know what to do.

I know this is a major heartbreak for her and she must be crying tirelessly somewhere now ,I've seen Tracy console her few times back then when they were in high school but this is something worse . What should I do ? My phone beeped with a message I rushed to check it " Please help me look for her ,she's probably somewhere crying in this cold rain ,you know that crazy girl gets sick easily " From Tracy I think my sister is the crazy one , although I sometimes envy their friendship .. Despite their fight she still cares about her . I rushed off the bed , grabbed my keys without hesitation and ran outside . Few minutes later ............. I've called her phone repeatedly and it's switched off

"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 me three months ago, but she ga

Doing it while memories of our good times together replayed in my head was the hardest part. “B,” she called, taking a deep long breath. “You know perfectly well I’d never do anything to hurt you or betray you. You are my fucking best friend, my sister even though not by blood and I don’t give a damn about blood. You’re my go-to, my comfort, my advisor…” There was a pause as if the weight of those words was too much for her to bear. She continued.