Carta A Mi Sobrino Novels & Stories

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.

Abuelo replied. “What do you mean?” Abuelo pulls out one of the area maps and lays it on the table. He looks over at me struggling to get up and gives me his hand and smiles. “My great granddaughters giving you a hard time?” “They are living their best life inside of me.” I said flatly, making Abuelo laugh. “Don’t ever lose your wit, nieta. It’s entertaining as hell.” He said and then pointed to the map. “Okay, this whole territory is Blackstone.”

Pathetic, right? He was pulling his black sweatpants back on, the ones that hung low on his hips, showing the sharp V-line and the edge of that tattoo that hid below his waistband. Twenty-two years old, three years older than me, and built like he spent half his life in the gym or behind the wheel of those illegal street cars he raced. He was my step brother… and my dirty little secret. “Fuck, that was close,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his messy dark hair. His gray eyes flicked toward the door like he expected his dad to bust in any second. “William was still up when I snuck out. Had to wait forever.”

“You really believed that I was going to have someone weak, foolish and pathetic like you as my mate? And you are my fucking stepsister, do you know how much I hated your mother for taking over my mother's title?” His mother's title? But the Luna had passed away many years ago, when had he become this venomous? “This—wasn’t what—you—promised me, Tristan,” I choked out, every word felt like a struggle. Tristan reached into his pocket. He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit the cigar, crouched lower in front of me and puffed the smoke right on my face which I knew would have turned red by now.

He told me to know my duration and to count the days in the calendar if I am still having a normal menstruation. As you can observe, my brother served as my parent. He even takes a notes in the calendar, he is over-reacting doing that for me. Maybe because he don’t want me to stain the sofa cover again. I smile a little. His handwriting is neat. And my tear flows in my cheeks when I read his note: Need to add a sanitary pad in grocery list. He is really thoughtful brother. Juan Carlos, it just a one day has passed but I already badly miss you. Your younger sister misses you a lot. I hope you do study well in there. Go for your dream Juan Carlos. Your little sister will wait for you.

What a shocking news I've heard over the phone made me decide to abandon my dream here in Italy. My young brother is sick and he needs us more than anyone does. Before I flew away from my country, he’s an energetic kid who waves at me bidding his farewell with his smile on his face as he send me to the airport. "Sister, when you come back please bring a robot or a car for me, hmm?" he happily said.

( I frown and met him affirming my words) "Yes, please, believe me and yes, i know it's crazy but I am saying the truth, my brother spirit is gunning for my life" I strolled out and left him alone with his father, he turned to him and said, "do you perhaps not believe, dad?". (Frowns) Mr.. Leonardo disposed his words and storms out of the room, after getting him loosed from the chair. Meanwhile, I got out to get some fresh air, when a little girl walked up and past a written note over, that reads, "smile while you still have teeth". The odd message got me thinking, who in his right mind would send me such, Indeed it's strange.

I tell her. "But...but he won't play tea parties with me"she cries again. "Ofcourse he would. He will do everything with you and you get to be a big sister. Don't you want your brother to good like you?"I ask "Yes I do"she nods and I smile. "Can I met him now"she asks and sucking her thumb. Chanel stands up and brings my son back to me. "Ireal meet Dante Junior, your baby brother"Dante says and she gasp when he eyes falls on him.