My Sisters Friend Novels & Stories

I watched these people praise my sister, Anna Smith, and belittle me, and my heart gradually turned cold. In the family chat group, my mother mentioned Anna. Mom: [I booked the flight for you. Once we arrive in Mexico, you can buy whatever you want. I have money.] My sister hinted: [Mom, I heard that Mexico is close to Guatemala and has many good materials.] My mother immediately responded: [Okay, okay, we'll buy you a jade bracelet.]

He cut me off and extended his hands for a handshake. Something in me didn’t think it was a good idea making friends with the person likely responsible for killing my sister and something in me knew I could trust Myles at least. “Friends.” I said taking his hands. Then he finally turned and left. I stared at his body built back shadow until I couldn’t see it anymore No wonder Alice fell for him. I frowned when I caught myself smiling. The room was dark when I got upstairs. Ashley was already in bed, her breathing soft and even. I sat on my mattress and pulled out the napkin again.

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

After a few rings, she picked up. “I was beginning to think you have forgotten about me.” She said as soon as she picked up. “You know I’d never do that,” I said causing her to split with laughter. “Right. How is my sister treating you? Is she still giving you a headache?” Francesca Miller, Felicia’s older sister, has been a very good friend of mine for years. She was the one who introduced Felicia to me, “I was hoping you could talk sense to your sister and ask her to let me go. There’s no point holding on.” I said folding my arms across my chest. She went silent for a good minute before heaving out a sigh.

Allison turned furiously to go in too but I held her hand. She turned back to look at me. "Why are you holding my hand?, Let me go!" She yelled angrily. There were tears in her eyes. I breathed in." Allison, what have I ever done wrong to deserve you hating me this much? I just want us to be best friends and sisters. Is that too much to ask? "I said softly. Allison looked unbelievably at me. " We can't be friends Maya talk less of sisters. You have a perfect life and I don't. You've got a mommy,daddy,step brother... a big room with pretty things! We can't be friends"

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

When she appeared I already concluded that my short friendship with Christina was going to come to an end and it was about to happen. Christina looked at me then back at my sister. “Are you talking to me?” she questioned, and Lissa closed the gap between us. Christina did not back down and look her dead in the eyes. “Yes, I am. This girl is my sister and trust me. She will bring nothing but trouble to you if you keep hanging out with her.” There, my friendship is dead. “You know what I think? I think you are the cursed one, am sure I would want nothing to do with you myself if I had a sister like you. This beautiful flower right here is my friend, and you better stay away from us.” I could n

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

I just realized it too late that I did not get to express it well. “If you’re gonna take my advice that you should try liking another woman, well, I know someone. Do you remember Kelsey Robins? Your sister’s so-called super best friend?” Kelsey Robins? Who the fuck is that? “Kelsey who? I don’t remember anyone. I doubt my sister even has a super best friend. They are all being fake to her.” The name was familiar, but my sister had brought multiple women that she often called her best friends—which I did not find real, as most of them only befriended her because they wanted to have connections with me.

"I am sorry my sister dragged you into this place. She's just like this. She gets so excited when she sees someone new. I see a great friendship loading between you two, you guys are going to make very good friends." "That's right. She reminds me so much of my crazy friend, her name is Tasha. she's practically like this and we are more like sisters anyway" I stated and smiled, he smiled too. "You have a very good smile. Never stop smiling alright"