Carta A Mis Sobrinos Novels & Stories

I will defend you this time, my brother, you won't remember anything, but you have me, I will be your memory. I take out my phone and start checking the news on the entertainment pages. Wow, they really have a good show set up for my brother, ha, ha, ha.... Bravo Chris, you found the best solution! Ha, ha, ha... Isabella Sardino, where have I heard that name before? I started writing her a message. "You did well this time, you have my full support." "Really? Do you think it's a good idea?" "Yes, my brother. I'm on my way."

"If you don't mind, I would like to make it up to you somehow." The look in his eyes makes it hard to formulate words, but I try the best I can. "That won't be necessary," I reply, though I'm positive he's sure that I'm leading him on. "We'll see." Sebastian's eyebrows are furrowed deeply into a frown. Honestly, Alejandro's simple "promise" to make it up to me leaves me speechless. Hell, I want to smile from his harmless "threat," but decide against it. His face loses a bit of amusement. "And before I forget, my uncle wanted to know if you had a...I don't know how you say it in English, but a tarjeta? A card for—"

Carmela just laughed looking at her uncle. "Haist! Big brother is proud of himself." Caleb was pissed. "You're jealous, ask Carmela if you're handsome, too?" Carlos answered. "Hey! That's enough, let's eat. Mom will pray." Carina's weaning. "Sorry, sister." Her two brothers said at the same time. ~~~~~

I sighed as I went through a pain stakingly similar financial report that was the exact same to the one before but I had no choice but to go through it, just in case there was a tiny 1% chance that something was different. The current beta, Johnathan knocked on the door before he stepped inside the office. He was Michael's father, seeing Johnathan made me think about that slimy bastard Micheal who seemed to be getting a bit too close to my mate! I let out a low growl and both my father and Johnathan looked at me confused, "what's the matter son?" Asked my father, I could not tell them that I was thinking about the future beta and how he has the hots for my sister who is actually my mate. "Th

"Actually, to be honest, sir, we don’t think she is in a relationship; we know she has friends, but not that close like in the movies... I mean, like, Romeo and Juliet, kind of close.” “He’s right.” Nathan chipped in. “We only have uncles, drivers, and godfathers; we don’t even know our dad.” He added. "Seriously?"I asked again, feeling a new surge of happiness. “Yeah,” Nathan affirmed. Then Isabella leaned closer to her siblings and asked, "What about the candidate…Sorry, I mean Mr. Carter.” The kids appeared to knock their heads together again in thought, which is why I fought the urge to shout, “Who the fuck is Carter?" But I controlled myself, waiting for them to finish.

He winked at me, letting out a creepy smile that got me shivering. "Quit your nonsense, Carla." Mom laughed at me. "Don't let Diego hear you, otherwise he'll spank you for saying he has a big roach." "Yeah, being spanked by the big roach himself." I glared at Diego, referring to him as the pest. "Huh? What did you say?" "Nothing Mom. Just missing you, that's all," I said, climbing up the stairs. "I miss you too, Carla. I promise to get you something from Italy. Just be a good girl to your brother, " She said.

Looking at my brother’s and Emma’s clothes hanging there, I suddenly zoned out. It turned out that the signs had been there all along. I was only fooling myself. At some point, I had become the one who didn’t belong in this family. I picked up the last apple in the house and took a bite. Back then, my cousin, Emma Hunter, said she wanted an apple, and everyone in the family told me to give it to her. So I cut the apple in half, one half for each of us. However, all I got was Mom’s scolding.

For three long years, Matheo had been the big brother to a band of boys, and at last, his wish for a little sister came true. It was not that he did not love them, but somehow, his family seemed cursed with a streak of boys. Two years ago, it was Henry and Xora with their son—Arturo. Then, Brad and Roselyn welcomed Doniel Carden into the world last year. With Caleb already in the mix, that made for four boys.

“Thank you so much.” “You are very welcome, I had the most fun shopping for you,” I smile over my coffee. “Take a lesson losers,” Finley teases his bothers as he kisses Everly’s temple. “Ma’s turn,” Carter rolls his eyes and Finch takes my coffee. I can’t stop smiling as I start opening. My brother sent me several dresses for my cruise. “When did you tell Caleb about the trip?” I smile reading the note from my brother telling me to have a great time.

A Brother’s War My father glared at my uncle with pure hatred burning in his eyes. “You’ve crossed every line,” he said coldly. My uncle shrugged. “You should know by now that lines are flexible.” “You’re threatening your own niece.” “No,” he replied calmly. “I’m protecting my future.” My hands clenched into fists. “You call this protection?” My uncle looked at me like a teacher correcting a naive student. “You misunderstand, Anna. Those children are the future of the Carter family.” “My children are not yours.” “They carry my bloodline.” “They carry mine,” I snapped.