Sisters Friend Novels & Stories

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.

A woman was being resuscitated inside a patient's ward. My older sister, Yvonne Jones, was crying hysterically as she begged the doctor to save the woman. I was the only one who was aware that Yvonne was the real murderer. Yvonne was kneeling on the ground as she begged the doctor who was trying to save the woman, "I'm begging both of you to save her. Winona is my best friend!" Everyone inside the ward was touched by their friendship and tried to comfort her.

It better not be who just crossed my mind. Alicia smiled, [Trust me, it is.] Anna: [Hold the fuck uppppppppp….is it…….] Anna: [Betty!!!] Alicia: [Betty!!!] Their phones vibrated at the same time with the same name and Alicia laughed at that, they were really soul sisters. Alicia: [I knew you’d guess right…funny enough, it’s not just her…guess who else?] Anna: [She only has one actual friend she hasn’t betrayed by fucking who they’re fucking and that’s Sophia, the sister’s sorority leader.]

"And you need to meet my best friend, Liz." The moment the words left my mouth, my chest tightened. Zara noticed instantly. "Trouble?" I sighed. "I messed up. Big time." She gave me a knowing look. "From what I’ve heard, she’s like a sister to you." "She is," I said quietly. "Well, sisters fight. Sisters hurt each other. But they always find their way back to one another." I smiled through the sting of tears. "You really think so?" "I know so," she said firmly. "And for the record… it’s really nice having a friend who doesn’t care about my money, my looks, or what I wore last season."

"Sister! Please don't cry anymore with your baby. Sister, explain it to me because I can't get it." "Huhuhu! Did you know she is Carina Taylor? She's my best friend, she's the one I lost as a best friend 20 years ago. We searched for her for a long time, I searched for her for a long time because I believe she is still alive and I feel if she is still alive and I am right." "Really Sister? Are you sure about that? I don’t know, Is she sister Carina? Why does she have a different last name? Why doesn't she remember me? And when did you know that she was sister Carina?”

“I know. It’s awesome.” I watched my sisters on the dance floor with their husbands. I had great relationships with all of them. Heather and I were friends who loved coffee and shopping trips. I enjoyed her artistic side and watching her create beautiful worlds around her. Penny was my go-to for gossip and laughs. She told the best stories, and I loved her funny side. Gracie and I were surprisingly the closest. We had bonded the day Kylie had almost choked, and our relationship was built on deep affection. I sought her out for advice, and she was a constant source of strength for me. We shared so many moments of friendship, I could no longer recall not having her in my life. We were truly si

My sister just smiled at me before she patted my shoulder. "You love her that much, huh?" she said teasing me. "Of course." I replied. "Even if there is no Alexandria in your life?" Sister's assurance. I thought about it. What if we don't have a daughter? Will, what is happening now still happen? "You told me three months ago that you're going to marry my best friend, right?" I looked at my sister's serious face. "It's not like I don't like Twaine for you, but Sofia is my best friend." she contonued.

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.

Ava pov.. My sister's friend are one weird shitty group, not that I cared about them , maybe I do, but Daniella strangely seems to be getting in the way with my sister. She takes the way walk way as her and as intentionally pushed me off from following my sister down the stairs.

“I know you don’t like me.” I snorted. “No shit.” “I just wanted to make things right. I have two daughters and they deserve to know their sister. I was talking to my friend and she told me it was the right thing.” “Your friend? Why the fuck would your friend claim to know what I want? I don’t care if you have five children or none, I want nothing to do with you or them.” “They’re your sisters.” “No, they’re not.” Her lips pursed. “You should have some empathy towards them, they’re children. The oldest is fourteen. Don’t you want to know her?”