Carta A Mis Sobrinos Novels & Stories

My chest burned. I kissed Sofia’s forehead, then Luca’s, holding them close for just a moment longer. “You two are trouble, you know that?” I whispered, my voice breaking in ways I hoped they couldn’t understand. “But one day, I’ll bring you cousins to play with. How does that sound?” Sofia sniffled again, pulling back just enough to peek at me, curiosity warring with tears. Luca’s eyes lit up. “Cousins?” he gasped, like it was the greatest word he’d ever heard.

I noticed mariposa trying to stifle her laughter and hide her smile. "Mariposa how are you?" I asked, hoping it would interrupt any further attempt of debate between Raphael and Dante. "I am good Nicole. But i can see my cousins aren't" she replied with a mischievous grin. "That's just how they are. Brotherly love"I simply stated. Dante gave a huff whilst Raphael chuckled at my statement. "Homero I got a message from Ricardo that he would be coming to cuba soon" Raphael said to Homero who had his eyes on his phone.

My negative thoughts are interrupted by another voice. "My name is Gio and I'm your third oldest brother amore mio (my love) I promise I will protect you forever. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you before but you're home now I promise everything will get better" he says with a deep tone but the way his eyes look at me I want to believe him. "Hi Luna, I'm your fourth oldest brother I'm so glad I get to meet you il mio bambina (my baby). I will protect you so please don't be scared or worried" he says with pleading eyes but I can't trust him or any of them for the matter.

“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 shaking so hard it was literally sliding across the sheets. I scrambled to turn on my TV, and the local entertainment channel instantly popped up. Right there on the screen, in giant, bright red capital letters, the headline read: CARTER EMPIRE’S NEW ERA: HEIR LUCA CARTER DEBUTS MYSTERY NEXT-DOOR GIRLFRIEND! "Emma! Open the door right now!" My bedroom door flew open, and my brother Leo rushed inside, holding his own phone up like a weapon. My sister Maya was right behind him, her eyes completely wide with excitement.

I repeated like I wasn't sure it was what he said. He gave a small nod, his lips curving into a sly smirk. “We’re step siblings now, get used to it….or go write letters to Conrad about it.”

I am keeping notes for the romance novel I am going to write about after all this is over. Also-also. Your mother's brother. YES, your UNCLE who lives in the east. He sent two crates of pears! He said they are for "the daughter of the daughter he was not allowed to claim." I cried. I am not made for this much family drama. Please come home soon. Or send it to me. Or both. I love you. I love you. I love you. Mira. I set the letter down. I picked up the pen.

They are indeed SIBLINGS but their love is not a FORBIDDEN LOVE. THE END. Hello everyone, thank you so much for reading this book. I hope you enjoyed it. I will like you to know that I have other stories here, I hope you can try them out to see if you love them. Thank you again :)

"I know you must feel hurt or furious for hiding my death.” I burst into tears hearing it. My knees gave up. Dante held me tight to his side. Clara couldn't hold back her tears either. Dante gently guided my head on his chest, securing me from falling. It hurt so much losing my favourite brother. "I never wanted you to see me like this, baby sister." Her voice cracked as she read the letter. "There's no other reason. I wish to have you as my only sibling in the next life. I don't want to see you cry. Always pursue what you like and what brings you happiness. I left you something in your cupboard. That all is yours, my baby sister. I love you the most, see you in the next life!" She finished

“But there’s more. I know about the boy.” My heart stopped. A second image appeared on screen... a recent photo of Milo laughing in the park, gray eyes bright, clutching his stuffed wolf. “Milo Blackwood,” Harlan continued, “my grandson. The true heir to the entire empire. If anyone contests this will... every asset, every share, every pack allegiance transfers to him immediately. And to his mother. My daughter.” The room exploded. Brielle shot to her feet, face twisting into something ugly. “That’s impossible...”