Sisters Friend Novels & Stories

“ Please do. Make sure she’s OK. She’s my everything.” While the doctor checks her vitals, he smiles. “ Is she your sister?” “ Yes, she is.” “ Step sister? Her file has a different name.” “ Actually, we are best friends. We’ve known each other forever.” “Beautiful friendship you’ve got there. I’d say I’m jealous.” “ Wouldn’t be strange, I get that a lot. We, actually.” He smiles again and goes back to checking her vitals. “Your friend is fine. Forgive me, sister”

And she was more of a sister than Lexi. It must be true that being a sister is measured not only by blood but also by the connection and relationship that you both build together. “Let her be. You know how rude she is, right? Don’t let her get into your system, Carrie.” She softly stated, as her foxy dark brown eyes moved towards her best friend. Carrie let out a deep sigh. “Until now, I really can’t figure out whether you are just really that gentle and kind or you are already a saint, Shea.” She amusedly commented.

I watched these people praise my sister, Anna Smith, and belittle me, and my heart gradually turned cold. In the family chat group, my mother mentioned Anna. Mom: [I booked the flight for you. Once we arrive in Mexico, you can buy whatever you want. I have money.] My sister hinted: [Mom, I heard that Mexico is close to Guatemala and has many good materials.] My mother immediately responded: [Okay, okay, we'll buy you a jade bracelet.]

"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

Sophia. My sister. My twin. The other half of every memory I had ever made, every birthday, every family dinner, every Sunday morning with our mother's cooking filling up the house. Sophia, who had known every private thing about me since we were eight years old. Sophia, with her perfect posture and her soft laugh and her talent for making every room feel like it had been waiting for her to arrive.

Even though we had known each other for a short time, her presence felt like a balm to my soul, she is a good friend. “You don’t have to be sorry,” she said gently. “I know I’m Marcus’ sister, not your friend or family. There’s no obligation for you to contact me for a whole year, right?” “I trust you, Zara, you are my friend and will always be” I said, tears welling in my eyes.

"Yeah. You know, if you joined us, you could make it happen, and it wouldn't be all on my shoulders." "Karen, as tempting as that sounds, I don't think Beth or Debbie would look kindly on my adding your sister to my 'friends with benefits' list." "Why not? She's the only one here over the age of 10 you're not screwing already?" She pointedly looked around the table, and I realized she was almost right. So far I had been with every woman at the table, at least once. Her sister's little scene the day before was the only one she didn't know about.

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

I've never had one and it's kinda nice having someone I can talk to. “Do you have any sibling?” He shakes his head, “I'm an only Child,” “Other than your sisters do you have friends?” “No, friends Are people who are Untrustworthy,” “Seriously? You've never had any friends at all?” “Just my sisters and since the one tried to steal Nicholas I consider her an ex friend,” “Well, my dear you got one now,” “Really? Nicholas won't be mad that you'll be my friend too?” “Who gives a fuck, he will get over it. besides I like talking to you your pretty cool,”

Her grief, etched on her face, resonated with the profound sorrow that no parent should endure. Sandra, Sophia's childhood friend, spoke next. Her face, etched with the weight of shared memories, conveyed the depth of their connection. "We were like sisters, Larry. I miss her laughter and her dreams." Her words carried the echoes of a friendship that had weathered the storms of life, now grappling with the emptiness of Sophia's absence.