Carta A Mis Sobrinos Novels & Stories

I tried to remember names, but decided with all I had on my mind, it was a futile task. Mia, Dario’s sister, sat to one side of me and Camila on the other. Together they compiled the appropriate list of gifts and names for my future thank-you notes. Mireya was beside Camila with Aunt Maria to her side. Our cousin Sofia, a year younger than Camila, was also present. Her father was the youngest brother of the Ruiz lieutenants. They lived in Northern California and sadly, Sofia’s mother had passed away about a year ago and Sofia still seemed sad.

“Said something about business. He’ll be back soon.” “Okay,” I muttered, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension as I settled back down on the sofa. I could hear my stepbrothers still teasing each other lightly in the background. Rodrigo leaned toward me, and with a mischievous grin, he asked, “So, Carina, when will you show Mum your kids?” My heart dropped, and I shot him a deadly stare. What the hell? I thought. What’s his problem? “Yeah, that’s true,” Miguel chimed in, his smirk growing broader. “We need to see those little munchkins. It’s been ages, right?”

“Ok, Madre, really?” ‘But six is a nice number. I myself would have wanted to give you siblings, but it wasn’t meant to be. I’ve included something I made myself for each of my beautiful grandbabies, give them the gifts I’ve included and tell them stories of their Abuela! I won’t be there to take care of them, but… still. Now there are a few names I like if you consider them: Santiago, Elian, Celestino, Cordero, Carleigha, Alejandro-’ “Really, Madre?” I scoff. Alejandro, over my dead body.

That’s all I could ever ask of you. With all my heart, Alpha Lorenzo." I finish the letter, my hand shaking slightly as I set down the pen. It’s not enough—not even close—but it’s all I have to give. I fold the letter and seal it, placing it carefully in a underground place where someone might find it one day. I write a short letter to my sister Albera, to let my family in the Crescent Moon pack know that I have become a father and they don't need to worry about me. And I ask her to take care of Father.

Fratelli winked at me, and walked away to greet other guests. Carlos walked over and placed his hand on my back. "Everything okay? What did your Uncle want?" I looked down at the envelope. "Just a list of sympathies from those who couldn't be here today...Could you excuse me while I use the restroom?" Carlos nodded and led the way for me. When I entered the small guest bathroom, I opened the envelope and found two words and a set of instructions. " He's Yours." I dialed the number that was on the slip and a man answered.

Softly, I lean towards Juan and whisper, "Juan, please handle this situation calmly. I need to know what's going on, but let's not make a spectacle right now." Walking back to sit with my grandparents, their concerned expressions mirroring my own stress, I prepare to explain the unexpected turn of events. As I recount the introduction of Rafael as Juan's stepbrother, I hear the disappointment in my grandfather's eyes, “I am surprised that Juan had never mentioned anything about his family.”

She pointed her hand towards her brother. I turned my head and saw a pup with Nimo, playing chess while his eyes were on Athena. "That's my grumpy brother, Brandon Dennis Haysbert II." I chuckled at the choice of words that she used for her brother. "Let me get hot chocolate milk for all four of you," I said, not asking the details of her parents. I remembered Artin mentioning his 20 cousins. These two might be two of them. * Hey, I said as I walked inside Massimo's office to check on him, only to find him discussing a map of our pack with Alpha Artin on the sofas.

"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.

Matias was the first to jump up at that “I think, I’ll make the best uncle” “that’ll be me” Diego retorted pushing his brother aside. Soon they were pushing themselves and trying to win the love of their unborn nephew or niece. Camila stared at them with a twinkle in her eyes. Well to her, they were going to make the best uncles.

“That’s right. My love will be powerful. And so will I.” Fernando laughed, fixing his eyes on Cristine again. “Mom, I have some very bad news for you.” “What is it, son?” she asked, alarmed. “You’re forgetting something important—you have a brother, and he also had a son.” “Oh, please! Hernán’s bastard son doesn’t count. Matt has nothing to do with this.”