Carta Para Mis Hermanas Novels & Stories

I turned around to face her and then glanced at her hold on my wrist. "I know how much you cherish Martina and I'm also aware of the bond you two share but I do hope you realize I'm your sister too and I love you more than you can ever imagine. We may not have spent the time as we were supposed to but I still loved you from the very first day I knew had sisters, not just you, Martina as well after all she's my other half. You have a lot of anger pent up in you sweetheart and I do hope it wouldn't be used as a way to close off your heart. Maja, sweetheart, I love you so much Hermana, I've always loved you darling" she kissed the back of my hands with tears flowing from her eyes.

“And hates you for being born with what she never had.” The Letter from Isabel That night, in the quiet of her quarters, Mikhail brought her an envelope. Yellowed. Weathered. “This arrived in Granada. Hidden beneath the prison altar.” Amara opened it with shaking fingers. It was her mother’s handwriting. "If you're reading this, Amara… then the serpent has returned." "Not all who wear my blood wear my loyalty. You will meet a girl. She will look like loss. Sound like longing. She is your sister in scars. But not in mercy."

but first, repent for your deeds. I know your trail will be soon and i know you'd want someone to be there for you but I can't come. I can't leave Alicia alone and Milliesa is so small she needs alot of care. But I'm writing you to let you know that I'm here and will always wait for my brother, not the bully Lucas, but my Luca to come back to me. I wish to see the brother I've always seen in you to come and wish my daughter. Milliesa and her father will always miss you. Be strong ❤️

Within seconds there was an entire paragraph on the paper, an ice coursed through Artemisia's womb, but she ignored it and began to read. 'I'm writing this to you, my only heiress. It doesn't surprise what I say, just keep what is written. I don't know when you're reading this, if your sister has already handed you this letter, maybe too soon or too late, but I hope you're getting this read.

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.

He raised his eyebrow to look at her, fighting to keep his thumping heart steady and to control his nervousness. Courtney looked at his expression, he wasn't shocked and he didn't get angry and ask her why she will think something like that, he looked so composed and even treated her question nonchalantly, she let out a sigh and looked away from him, maybe she is wrong, maybe it's not the way she thought, maybe he just really love her as his sister as everybody else believes, maybe she is just over thinking things, after all, how can a brother love his sister intimately? "You are right, if you don't love her, I wonder the kind of brother you will be too" she smiled.

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?

They can solve this matter with a feat. Our little sister, I’m sorry if brother can’t be with you now. I will be executed tomorrow. I hope you will find your will and strength to continue living rather than walking like a dead every day. I’m wishing you a great life, our little Claire. I know we never once showed and acted as your older brothers. However, we really love you as our youngest sister. Your brother, Clarence Claire put the letter down and gaze at the small bottle beside the letter. She picks up the bottle and open it.

But for some reason anger was still bubbling inside her. "Perché tu sei mia sorella, dammit..his-essere la cognata .. e come potresti persino sognare di sposarsi a questa età? Sei solo tredici per Dio. Smettere di essere infantile ( Cause you are my sister, dammit..His would-be sister-in-law.. And how could you possibly even dream to get married at this age? You're only thirteen for god sake. Stop being childish )," Her elder sister reasoned, frustratedly pulling her hair on the back of her head. She really doesn't know how to explain everything to her little sister.

Another, “Your eyes have two colors!” I put it back in the place and looked at the picture of my sister. I took a deep breath as I spoke, “Whoever wrote this is correct, you know that, right? If I didn’t say it to you, let me tell you now, you were so beautiful, Caterina. Honestly, you were the only beautiful thing in my life. But now I have your daughter. She’s just as beautiful. Unlike you though, she’s strong headed. She doesn’t have your sweetness and sometimes I think it’s a good thing in this cruel world. You were too sweet, la mia sorellina. But don't worry, I love her.” I paused as I thought about my next words and how much I wanted to share them with her. I said, “Mi manchi.” I miss