Novel & Cerita Carta A Mi Sobrino

“I’m not cheap enough to be sold, Bretta. Please respect my market value.” Mama slapped my arm, full drama. “This is not something to joke about. You need cleansing. You need therapy. I’m calling Father Rodrigo. He’ll bring holy water. Maybe a foot bath—” Before I could fire back with more sarcasm, something brushed against my ankle. Down there, little Antonio, my first cousin’s son, was rolling across the carpet like a caffeinated caterpillar. His shirt had slid halfway off his shoulder, and he was carrying a water gun, giggling every time his hand brushed my leg.

My fingers hover over send for a beat before I finally hit it. Because if he answers quick, I'll know he's safe. If he takes too long, I'll know something's wrong—and then I'll be the crazy wife pawning the kids off on my best friends so I can go storm in wherever the hell they are and save my brother and my husbands' asses. The bubbles pop up almost instantly, and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Niko: Lmao. No shootouts, baby. Promise. Just business. We'll be home before dinner. Hope the kids aren't giving you too hard a time.

It looks like his vocabulary is very limited since he kept repeating his infantile insult of calling me a stupid American. "That's no way to speak of your older brother piccolo fratello." I smiled at him and he …. well, I guess he doesn't like being called little brother, and neither did his mother. Sal patted my hand and smiled at me with pride. I'd accepted my place in the family. "Later, when we're done here, I take you outside. I have a gift." "A gift? For me? You didn't need to do that; I'm fine just having met you."

", he said and laugh. I can hear aunt and uncle mumbling on the background. Carlo is my cousin on the father side. He is way older than me but we get along just fine. He was always been my older brother and best buddy. He is a seaman and already has family with one child, Denver. I immediately take a bath and leave the cleaning to the boys. As soon as I enter the house. Carlo hugged me tightly. "You missed me that much ?", I jokingly ask. "Of course bro. It's been a long time ! How are you ?",

“Is it the man from the magazine? The one with the same eyes as me?” My stomach dropped. “No, sweetie. Different man. But I have to go say goodbye. Mrs. Alvarez is going to stay with you while I’m gone. You like her, right? She makes those chocolate chip pancakes you love.” He nodded, but his small fingers traced a pattern on the counter. “Will you bring me back something? A dinosaur from the airport maybe?” “Two dinosaurs,” I promised, forcing brightness into my voice. I pulled him into my arms and breathed in his baby-shampoo scent like it could armor me against what waited three thousand miles away.

"Zivanna, my sister. I'm sorry for making you angry and crying. I am not only your brother, but I am both mother and father to you. That is the reason why I strive for your happiness. Life is only once. If we make the right choice, then our life will be happy and if we make the wrong choice, so there is no happiness until the end of life. You have to live happily. Our father and mother in heaven will be happy if they see us happy. I hope you understand what I mean. I love you, my sister. " Alfredo wrote on a piece of paper and then put it in the book he had just bought.

I look at my brother who's leaning on the swivel chair with a smirk on his ugly face. "You really hate me that much, my dear twin sister. Don't mind me, I'm here because abuela is also here, I don't want to miss our abuela's delicious cookies,"He said with a smirk. "So you came here because abuela is here?! Roberto! Shoot that piece of sh*t!" I raised my voice. "Míja! You can't kill your own brother!" Abuela scolded me again. "That's right dear sister, you can't kill your handsome brother! Our genes would be a waste if I die," He said with a smirk, I swear this smirking idiot is going to get it later.

After wiping Carinna’s hands, I lifted her and placed her on my lap. Asher and Sabrina were busy trying to open the desk drawers in concentration. “Papa, I ocho wan chocyet,” Matteo said while tugging at my pants. “Matteo, to you I’m big brother not papa. Call me big brother,” I said as I pinched his chubby cheeks ever so lightly. He just looked at me, while blinking his bright eyes. “C’mon, say.. big brother!!!!” I said, yelling the last past playfully.

I stood up and looked at them both as I said, “Enjoy your time here. And when you go back, make sure to tell Gabriel Wolfe that I will be enjoying my time with his sister in law more with every day he’s not here.” “You want a trade.” Brandon said as he stood up. “Aren’t you the smart one? I never got to meet the rest of your brothers, maybe next.” “Believe me, it’s better for you.” My lips twisted up at the challenge in his words. “If you say so.” “I do. In your old age, it would be hard to keep up even with my younger brothers. You won’t stand a chance.” “Don’t tempt me, Carter. Maybe next time, I’ll kidnap one of yours to see what you got.”

“Calm down! Elena. You’re going to burst a blood vessel.” “Sorry, the idiot doesn’t understand lane, it seems. Oh, right, if you tell me where Nora is, I’ll tell you a secret about Allister right now.” “Spill it,” I said without hesitation. It was my turn to have my ears perked up like a cat at any sound. “Okay, so….it seems like our cousin is gay. Oh goodness, I shouldn’t be telling you this…..it means you’ve won the bet.” I smirked, leaning further against the bike.