Sisters Best Friend Romance Books Novels & Stories

“No, Mo…” “Let me finish, dear,” she interrupted softly. I nodded, stayed quiet, and just listened. “I’m sure you already know Liam’s not my biological child,” she said slowly. “But I’ve loved my sons equally. I can’t stand it when I feel they’re being taken advantage of.” She gave a weak smile, the kind that tried to hide pain. My heart clenched a little. She continued. “After Liam’s mother passed—she was the King’s sister, my sister-in-law and best friend…”

Her hair flowed beautifully, and her green eyes looked at me with a smile as she approached the sink. I know her, and she must know me. We often meet at parties like this. Amanda Dimitriou, or maybe her twin: Rafaella Dimitriou. The sister of Maven Dimitriou, the best friend of my sister's fiancé. They were both at the same college as me. "Hi, Gretta." she greeted kindly.

I said, trying to keep any emotion out of my voice, " and I am feeling so much better, thanks for asking." "You are very much welcome," she said sounding genuine, I pictured her friendly face lighting up, "I think I agree with your sister though. About the love triangle, that is." I did not know what to say in reply so I kept quiet and chewed on my lower lip. It was easy for me to be attracted to both of them because they are very attractive. They had the same features; the same beautiful almond, hazel eyes, the same full, bow-shaped pink lips, unruly brows and curly hair. They had the same tall, slight built with just enough muscle and smoky, mellifluous voice. The fact that James was brood

“You really think she will?” “Well, I have to believe that,” Andrew said. “She’s my sister. And my mom… She has never stayed angry at me for long. They just need time to come to terms with our relationship.” Ada let out a soft hum and leaned into the couch cushion. “Maybe. Or maybe she won’t. Claudia was my best friend , I can tell you for sure that she is the kind who writes people off when they don’t fit her mold.” Andrew was quiet. The truth in her words hit harder than he wanted to admit.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Tears form in my eyes as I utter the last sentence. She stood by me when I needed someone’s support. She held me up when I was falling down. That’s what best friends do, isn’t it? Female best friends are not just friends; they are more than that. They are your soul sisters who will be with you through every thick and thin, without even letting you feel it. She’s my soul sister, without a doubt. “I’ll miss you too, Grace. And don’t forget to video call me daily and make me see the twins.” She instructs me, her eyes filling with tears but she’s trying to hold back her emotions.

"Maya, stop slouching. Ayra never slouches. You look like a broken doll." I stared at the reflection, but all I saw was my twin sister. The ivory lace hugged every curve of my body, but it didn't belong to me. Nothing in this room belonged to me. The five-carat pink diamond ring glittering on the velvet tray belonged to my twin sister. The penthouse overlooking the financial district belonged to her.

Her complexion was rosier than I had imagined. Clifton sat by the bedside, holding a velvet box in his hand. He took out a ruby bracelet. Engraved on the inside of the clasp were the letters "JS". Those were Jenna's initials. A month ago, he had taken me to have it custom-made. He said rubies suited my complexion and that he would give the bracelet to me the day before the wedding. Now, he slipped the bracelet onto Jenna's wrist and said in a low voice, "This color really does suit you better. Your wrists are so fair—you look more beautiful wearing it than anyone else."

“Listen, Evelyn. I would not bring this up if I did not think it was going to be a good opportunity. It is just like you said. You still have two months left until you have to go to San Francisco, and in the time you are here, unless you agree to let me help you out, you will have to get a job and this is the best offer right now. “Besides, Cassian knows you and he would trust you to take care of his kid, so, that makes the process for getting the job easier than any other you could try for.” I sighed as I thought about the man. Cassian James. Cassian was my brother’s best friend. They had been best friends nearly all their lives, ever since they could talk. Everett grew up with him. While t