Sisters Best Friend Romance Books Novels & Stories

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 had exchanged a few text messages and phone calls with the both of them but that count as nothing. Besides, I had a boyfriend. A soulmate who completely understood me, sometimes. Why am I thinking about twins who are clearly crushing on my sister? Though they were very subtle about it, I noticed the way they were staring at Lily. I was almost jealous. Precious arrived wearing a short dress with thin straps and a sun hat. She waved at the salesgirl who has nothing better to do than stand at the counter and watch us, then dropped on the seat beside me and grabbed the doughnut from the tray.

“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.

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.

"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

I am excited to get one. My sister decided to have the party in the backyard of the packhouse as that is the largest place that could hold most all of the pack. As I said she and my folks have planned big. It is nighttime and all is quiet in my parent’s home. I am too excited to sleep so I am laying here and thinking of tomorrow. I heard the ping of my phone and saw my best friend Glory had texted me. Glory: Happy Birthday, girlfriend (Smile emoji) I looked at the time on the phone and saw it was past midnight. Wow, am I that excited that I am still awake?

Then that woman shook her head. "No, i don't know," he said. “That's not true, Kay. You're the best sister in the world.". "I agree with Kim. You're the best sister in the world, Kay." Kyra recently returned from the bathroom and occupied a seat next to Kim. "I love you guys so much." Kay spreads her hand to reach out to Kyra. So the sisters hugged each other and were happy to have got along again. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"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