Sister Friends Forever Novels & Stories

Harry turned to look at her, as she stared back at him with a different kind of determination in her eyes this time. “ Friends! It might be just a word for you Harry....But for me ” She looked down, only to raise her head back with a smile. “ It's a resbonsibilty...If we become friends once, we will be friends Forever....Because for me, once a friend is always a friend!...I know you don't believe me right now, but I will prove it to you in the future! I PROMISE! ” Sia said those words for the first time in her life to a person who was in her ' Forever ignore list ' until Just a few days ago and now she wanted him to be her friend. Her first ever friend.

My mother teases me, reaching over my sister to place a kiss on my cheek before doing the same to my friends. "Kira is a little excited." My father rolls his eyes as Akira squeals and hugs my friends, taking selfies with them for her I*******m as though she's some crazy fangirl and not the annoying little sister they've all grown up with. "Oh no way… no, nope… I need more coffee for this." Charlotte, Jamie's sister and my sister's best friend, announces, stopping mid step and turning on her heel to walk back the way she came.

"No, you're not." "Yes, I am." "Jane, we don't share parents. We don't share blood. We don't share DNA." "So?" "So that means you're not my sister!" "That's not what sister means." "What does sister mean then?" "Sister means the person who grew up with you. Sister means the person who knows all your secrets. Sister means the person who would do anything for you." "Would you do anything for me?" "Yes." "Then where were you when Dad died?"

I did use his sister because I knew I couldn't be with the only girl that I had ever loved, Sofia Jones. Sofia is my sister's best friend. She is the most beautiful girl in the world. She isn't just beautiful on the outside but also on the inside. She is nice and caring. She would never hurt anyone. I have been in love with her since the moment I met her. It was the first day of fifth grade. As soon as My blue eyes connected with her green ones, I knew I was a goner. We became friends, and every time I talked to her, I fell in love with her even more.

There was no answer. I turned to look at the first girl I saw, "hey have you seen my sister- Sarah anywhere?" I wondered, knowing that I didn't know who she was so there was a high chance she didn't know who I was. "She's still getting her makeup done over there." She pointed at a group of women and I realised they were trying to work on her hair and face at the same time. "Thank you," I smiled at her and went to meet my sister. "Sarah," I stood in front of her, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand what the definition of a small wedding is." I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time.

“It’s not ridiculous. Don’t you want to meet somebody new? Even if it’s not your mate, I’m so over seeing the same boys every single day. Sure, they’re technically men now, but we’ve known them literally our entire lives! It’s hard to see them as a real partner, when you’ve also seen how inane and immature they can be.” Cassie gave her sisters a sly smile, “Did you see how disappointed Randolph was when we turned 18 and none of us were their mates?” Evelyn snorted and Nora agreed grimly. “This is what I mean, thank the moon goddess that none of us were fated to their miserable asses. I’m not yearning to leave our pack, just to leave the same people and the same situations that we deal with

Sophia replied as Jennifer sighed and nodded "Yea, you're right about that. I'm sorry,Sophia" "It's all cool,you still my bestie" "Bestie?" Jennifer asked "You don't like the sound of bestie?" Sophia asked "Bish,I'm more than your bestie" Jennifer replied. "I'm your sister from another mister and your ride or die for life" "Yea,and don't forget it" "Oh,I'll never forget,boo" Jennifer said as she wrapped her arm around Sophia. "Let's get back to the guys before they decide to do something reckless"

"Candice doesn't know her way around here. I'll go after her to make sure she's okay." I burst out laughing, but did not stop him. I waited until all the guests were done with the wedding dinner, and I knew it was about the same time in my past life when they ended up in bed. I stood up and pretended to sound surprised, "Where's Russell? Did he have too much to drink? Can everyone help me find him?" This time, I made sure to lead the superiors toward our new house. My older sister's favorite thing to do was to have me witness what she did with my fiancé. She wanted me to see them make love in our new house on the new bedsheets I bought specially for our wedding night. I wanted them exposed i

she said with a sweet smile. I crouched down to open the boxes. But when my fingers touched the paper, I paused—half of the invitations were missing. Every single one had a small magnolia branch I had painted at the seal, the petals pressed over a faint, subtle pattern. I'd spent over two months working late into the night to finish them. I looked up at Clifton. "Where's the rest of the invitations?" He loosened his cufflinks and said matter-of-factly, "Jenna liked them, so I gave half of them to her to write the names of her friends from the support group. You know, just to spread a little cheer."

The kind of blue a woman could drown in. Isabella’s breath caught, audibly. She leaned forward, a hand drifting to her throat. A fire, petty and self-destructive, ignited in my chest. Before I could think, my gloved hand lifted, the numbered paddle a stark white in the gloom. “Fifty thousand.” Heads turned. A murmur rippled through the crowd. Bidding against your own sister? How deliciously tense. Isabella’s eyes met mine, a flicker of surprise, then wounded confusion. She bit her lip, a picture of thwarted desire. Her admirer, a brutish captain from the Genovese crew, immediately raised the bid. “Seventy-five!”