Novel & Cerita Sisters Best Friend Romance Books

--- **Jade Calloway** Eleven years of friendship. Through storage rooms and stairwells and Sydney and Saturday brunches where she stole the French toast without apology. The woman who said *I love you* and *I'm angry at you* sometimes in the same sentence and meant both completely. Thank you, Jade, for being the kind of best friend everyone deserves and not everyone gets. --- **Renee Washington**

“That’s not the point.” “Then what is?” “She’s my sister, man. My baby sister. And you— you’re supposed to be my best friend.” He nodded slowly. “I get it. But I didn’t plan it, Jordan. It just happened. She’s smart, funny, stubborn as hell. Kind of like someone else I know.” I glanced at him, half-smirking despite myself. “You comparing her to me?” “Hey, you both drive me insane,” he said, and for the first time that night, I laughed. Just a little.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

Theron’s claws sank deeper into the snow, Darius’s gaze darkened, and Lucan folded part of his wings above us. Selene’s fingers tightened around her skirt. She had taken the Blessed Female title so Theron, Darius, and Lucan would circle her the way they had once circled me. Now calculation had entered their eyes. She moved closer. “Sunspire is safer than this place. We are sisters. I can have Theron arrange a place for you.” “Where?” I asked. “Beside your stone house, or inside their patrol line?” Color drained from her face. “Selene, if you enjoy being worshipped, keep it. Do not drag me into your house. Frostbrook’s wind is cleaner than Sunspire’s chains.”

"You lazy, did you forget my clothes? I told you to wash them!" I took a deep breath. I knew these two women could never let me rest. Just like Cinderella, I was stuck with these two Evils women. Well, no — Cinderella had two step sisters, I have one. But just like Cinderella, I was also waiting for my prince. My mate. I had met him today, but lost him. Chloe was also 21. Even though she had met her soulmate, she rejected him because he was a gamma and she was aiming for an alpha.

"Happier than I've been in twenty years. You, Sophia Chen, are the best thing that's happened to me in a very long time." "Even though I'm your daughter's best friend and twenty-five years younger?" "Especially because of that. Keeps things interesting." Sophia laughed and kissed him. "Then let's keep it interesting." And they did. For the next year, and the year after that, and the year after that. Because sometimes, the most forbidden things turn out to be exactly what you need.

I gripped the handle of my briefcase tighter, the leather creaking under my hand as I pushed forward. Then buzz. The vibration in my palm made me stop dead in my tracks. My phone screen lit up with a number I didn’t recognize. For a moment I just stared, cold prickles running up my spine. Instinct screamed caution, but I swiped it open anyway. This is Liliana, your sister’s best friend. I am with Isabella. You might be wondering how I got your number I’m good at finding things. She told me you are alive and that she misses you. I’ll send you our location. Come and see her.

“There are better ways to go about this issue. Beating your best friend up isn't going to make you feel better, and think about your sister's feelings too for goodness sake.” “He is no best friend of mine!” Michael said angrily. He left his wife and moved towards Dylan again; he raised his fist again but stopped, “Why?! Why did you have to mess around with my sister too? I told you she was off-limits!” Dylan sighed, “Michael, I love Mia more than my own life. Her existence is what kept me going since we were kids. I swear I didn't intentionally mess with her.”

“You’re twenty-five and unmarried. You’re a burden to your parents.” “I know you’re joking, but ouch.” Not that it was Sarrah’s fault my feelings were hurt. I’d spent most of my life feeling like I let everyone down. Especially my brother. Scott deserved a nice wedding. And why was I being so bitter about the fact that his best friend was rich? I had the best best friend. And she gave good advice. I wadded up the pink bikini and tossed it in my suitcase. “Fine. But I refuse to become a cliché. I’m not going to throw myself in front of the rich guy.”