Sisters Friend Novels & Stories

She says sheepishly. "To be sure, sweetie. Regrettably, I must inform you that I am not precisely a nobody to Mrs Diamandis. I am her older sister, and I have not travelled nearly as far as I have in order to be turned down." As I glare at her, I straighten my posture. "You said 'friend' not 'sister.'" She scowls at me. "Friend, sister... Do we really need to put a name on it?" I mutter.

“No friend of mine is a failure.” The girls laughed as they prepared for bed, simply reveling in their friendship. The strength, comfort, and support they each gave and received made them much more than mere friends; they were sisters.

They are trying to make her feel down but guess what, she is totally okay. After he finished, her sisters were asked to come and talk alongside her best friend. Zara's best friend is a Christian and also a nollywood actress, not great one though, she is just growing. She said a few good words about Zara which was too good to be true but she didn't look bitchy, not that Amani cared. She is just trying yo look out for the people she should settle scores with. And she's counted five so far, she just needs the little push. She is not done, there is tomorrow.

“Thank you. You're charming, you sure she's your sister?” “Just about as sure I am about your spouse being for everyone.” I shoot back, not indulging her joke. Xena, the only one that seems to have a functioning brain laughs, her eyes twinkling with something I don't have enough time to read into. Scarlett rolls her eyes, “Can I steal you away a moment? Girls keep our Aurora's sister company.” she says to Xena who nods. I step away with her, only because I know if her friends try to be mean, my sister can home her own. “Need something?”

Just my formerly adorable and loving sister now a nasty little brat. I almost wished otherwise. At least that I could handle. This emotional transformation I wasn't so sure of. I watched her go to the fridge and retrieve two cans of diet soda, handing one to her friend. The other girl was lovely, blonde and blue-eyed like Alison, dressed in the latest designs. She seemed to be a bit older than Meira, but who knew at that age? "Who's your friend?" I tried to keep my tone light as I turned and shoveled a scoop of the chicken and pasta concoction onto three plates.

“So, they are your friends?” “They’re colleagues who I respect and I am friendly with, but they aren’t close friends, no.” After a moment, he added, “There was one woman who was very close to me. She called me T. J. whenever she wrote about me in her journal in order to avoid her sister finding out my true identity. It seems there’s a bit of sibling rivalry there.” Her violet eyes locked with his chocolate ones. “Are you telling me that you’re the T. J. that I supposedly killed? The T.J. from my journal? My T.J.?”

Lovebel smiled at Zabrynna and gave her a cheek kiss, completely ignoring Dax. “Looks like you’re the woman who straightened out this guy. I was just teasing earlier, sis. Don’t pull my hair, okay? You’re MaiMai’s sister, right? I’ve seen you in pictures. Just don’t tell your sister—but you’re prettier than her! Hehe!” How did I become best friends with this woman again? Please remind me. She said “don’t tell” but practically shouted it. My sister chuckled softly and scratched her head at my friend’s antics.

“Now how many of you consider the sister of your best friend as a childhood sweetheart?” Almost everyone of them put their hands down. “Have you not been around your friend’s sister? Have you not played with her?” “We have” the people who put their hands up previously responded in unison.

"You don't have to sign. But think about your best friend. She's staying at the McKinzie nursing home, remember?" Lynn Dole—my first real friend in this world. A year ago, she'd rented an apartment full of toxic chemicals without knowing it. Now she had leukemia. We hadn't found a matching donor for her yet. The nursing home was the only thing keeping her alive. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Jennifer." His voice was soft. The threat underneath it wasn't. My hands were shaking as I picked up the pen and signed. Not because I agreed, but because none of this mattered anymore.

"But I knew it wouldn't last. She's nothing. A charity case. A little distraction to keep him entertained while he figured things out." "She's his sister's best friend, isn't she?" "Exactly. Desperate. Clingy. The kind of girl who thinks she can change him." She laughed again. "Like that's ever going to happen. Thank goodness Mason finally grew a brain. I was getting tired of watching him make a fool of himself over her." The other woman laughed. "He's lucky he has you to keep him grounded." "I know. He doesn't deserve me. But I'm generous."