Carta A Mi Sobrino Novels & Stories

“My niece became your brother’s mate and the prophecy of course, which puts me right to where it had all begun.” “What did grandpa say in his letter?” “Weren’t you listening to what I said?” Gabriel answered in a loud voice, annoyed and looking at him wryly. “I just told them a few minutes ago. God! You had that same trait with your arrogant of a brother. I’m not going to repeat what I said, got that? But one thing that your father said in his letter that if ever that I will be able to come in contact with you in the future, is that I will treat you kindly and the same way that I treat respected warriors.”

It was on a busy street and busy day when I, Dante Bradford got the note from a very young boy, not more than six, telling me he was sent to give the note to me personally. And since the boy could not possibly remember nor could he tell who had sent him on this errand, I just knew it could not be good news. My heart raced like never before, I could already feel danger and betrayal even beforeI managed to open up the little double folded note. "You are being betrayed by your Luna and your brother"

Elara liked that more than she wanted to admit. She took notes carefully, though she couldn’t have said later what exactly she was writing. Her attention kept drifting, not to his mouth, not to his hands, but to his face. The lines of it. The structure. The way his expressions moved like he was used to being observed. And then, without warning, a thought slipped into her mind so cleanly it startled her. He looks like my brother. The realization didn’t land like a shock. It settled…heavy, uneasy. She blinked and pushed it away immediately.

He even goes further to talk about some of his moments with Papa and how Aldo and I remind him about my father. “Uncle Mason, I wish to do a DNA test with Aldo. I’ll explain everything when the result comes out tomorrow.” Uncle Mason stares at me intently but decides not to ask anything further. I know Aldo has tons of questions, but I promised him we would talk after the results come, no matter what they are. “No matter what the results are, would you still support me when I hit a hurdle?” What is this kid talking about? If he’s not my brother, he remains Carla’s brother. Why would I not support him?

Then the line went dead. "Mom! Come see! I put it up!" Leo's excited shout pulled me from the balcony back into the warm light of the living room. He was pointing proudly at the wall above our second-hand sofa. There, on the red construction paper background, was his masterpiece. The setting was clearly his preschool, with its little wooden play bridge. He stood in the middle. On one side was a figure with long brown hair—me. On the other side… a man in a sharp blue suit. Carter. At the top, in wobbly block letters: *MY HAPPY FAMILY*.

His one hand was functional but it was the hand that he didn't use the most but the one in the cast was very blue and it needed some artwork so while I was drawing some stuff on his cast I started talking to him. "I'm glad you're awake it's been a really stressful day for me and I really want to go back home but I can't go back home without talking to you or at least seeing that you were okay is there any reason why you put Michelangelo as the person to call when you're in an emergency because it baffles me you've known Luigi longer and you've also known your father longer so white you someone new. " " It is because he's my brother and I love him very much and you're my sister and I love you

(He is hosting an event tonight, I’ll call him for you) I gazed at the card, grinning at it like a fool. His friend’s name was written on the card along with his number and email. “Alejandro,” I whispered to myself, reading the name. “Miguel, gracias por su ayuda,” I said, lifting my gaze to him. (Miguel, thanks for your help) “No hay problema,” he replied with a soft smile as I stashed the card in my shorts pocket. (No problem) The rest of the ride was silent and peaceful, as my stupid brother didn’t bother to call again. I enjoyed the beautiful sunset, thinking about the fun things I’ll do once my work is done.

Alasia's POV: “Wait!” I shouted as I was being drug away from the cart by two of the biggest men I have practically ever seen. “I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to my little brother! I don't know if I will ever see him again. Can I at least say goodbye?!”

They shone back at me like cold stars. Beneath the diamonds were stacks of papers. Thick, sealed files. I pulled out the heaviest one. I opened the file. The first name I saw made my breath freeze. Matteo Carter. Matteo. My brother…but not really my full brother. The boy who died when I was fourteen. Everyone said he died in an accident. I whispered his last name again. Carter. It tasted strange and unfamiliar. I never knew. My fingers trembled as I read the page. His age when he died, sixteen. Only sixteen. Two years older than me. My heart squeezed with a painful clutch.

" Then he hugged me and gently stroked my back, so I smiled. Don't ever forget that I'm always here as long as you need me because we're friends. Then he handed me an envelope that was missing blue and he opened an invitation card. It's time for you to reconcile with your parents, Aubrey. They are worried about your aunt and uncle. Your brother baptized that. Andrei, and you know, he looks like you. You look like twins and I hope you even peek at church, "then I closed my eyes softly and asked deeply."