Sisters Friend Novels & Stories

“She’s usually not like this.” I took a deep breath and turned to face my best friend. “Silvie, I’ve got so much to tell you, but I have one question before I dive into all of that.” I said to her. “Do you happen to know Lisa’s sister’s name by any chance?” Silvie was quiet for a moment as she mulled over my question. “Uh… I can’t really remember,” She told me. “But I think it’s either Magdalene or at least something very close to that.”

I'd dо ѕоmе thіngѕ to hеr, I tell уоu whаt. "Whаt іѕ іt, ѕwееthеаrt?" "Dаddу, I nееd your hеlр. The pump ѕtорреd working аnd I nееd уоu to come fіx іt." "I саn't bаbу, I'm grіllіng. Brіаn, hеlр уоur sister out."

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.

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

I didn’t know that one night could ruin everything. If I had known, I would have stayed home. I would have ignored the invitation, ignored the dress laid neatly on my bed, and definitely not ignored the voice in my head telling me that I didn’t belong there. But it was my sister’s engagement party. And she has been there for me even during times I didn’t know I needed someone. And she wanted me there, that alone was enough to make me go. Getting to the venue, it was everything I expected elegant, expensive, and perfect, Just like her.

I just want to hide in my apartment all day. I open my message box and the first message I see is from my sister. I even want to call her. I want to talk to someone about last night but I don't have any friends. My sister is the only friend I have. I'm so lucky to have her in my life. She's just nineteen but she acts like my elder sister. She always listens to me and will always give me her shoulder to cry on when I need one. I'm also like that to her. I'm always there for her. I open the message and my face twists in anger as I read through it. What the fuck!

"I heard you said, liars must all died. If you give me their names and pictures, as a token of our new builds friendship, I will help you punish them, pretty sister." "Why...would you help me?" "Because you are my friend, pretty sister. Friends should help each other, right? Or, you didn't want to be my friend since I lived in the middle of a forest? You must think of me as a crazy person, right?" Lisa felt something stuck in her throat. Friend. One word struck deeper into her heart. How she longed for a friend since she entered Astana Bintang College. A friend by her side cares for her not because of her appearance and status. Someone that stood beside her without ulterior motive. Perhaps a

He whispered, turning to her, looking at her sadly. "What is it?" Red asked with a soft smile, while giving his hand an assuring squeeze. "Red, I never had a friend, someone with whom I can open up but when you told me about yourself so easily then I realized I should do it as well." "Just say it," Red whispered. "I had my only friend... My elder sister Fiona. She was eights years older than me and I loved her dearly, she was my everything, friend, teacher. I couldn't even imagine living without her..."

The inscription above the photo reads: The Sisterhood. The photo shows Sara, Mira, Sandra—and... My breath catches in my throat. "This girl..." I whisper, shifting the yearbook to Boaz, pointing at it. "I know her. What does she have to do with this?" Boaz squints at the photo, raising a brow. "Linda Frothmoth. One of your girl’s best friends in school. They called themselves the sisterhood. The queen bees of Crystal High." I glance at Jake again and our eyes meet. A cold shiver runs down my spine.

I genuinely felt a sense of relief when my sister finally accepted Celestine as my wife, and I thought that this was something worth celebrating. ‘‘Where is your sister-in-law, then?’’ I asked as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and led her to the couch. ‘‘Oh… she went to the party to celebrate her friend's birthday...’’ ‘‘A party for her friend's birthday?’’ I formed a frown. I’m only familiar with her one and only friend, and that’s Jenny.