Carta Para Mis Hermanas Novels & Stories

Bits of sardonicism could be found in her words too. Yara didn’t want to imagine the kind of pain Lolita could be going through if actually she had been inseparable and close to her late best friend. She would never survive it if anything happens to Cara who was literally the sister she never had, counselor she never paid a dime for all her kind words of advice. “What’s that about Michael that intrigues you?” Yara asked, not meaning to be nosy. Cara had always considered her brother an annoying, boring man who would never find a good woman for himself.

I chuckled bitterly. My parents fell silent. They glared at me as if they wanted me to drop dead right there. My mind was made up. I placed my finger over the button. Mom shrieked so loudly that it echoed throughout the place. “Don’t press the button!” She was so terrified that she started crying, but she still managed to shout, “It’s just a stupid admission letter. What’s so impressive about it? Do you have to incinerate your sister for it? Get your hands off that button!”

“You’ll find my sister.” “I will.” I opened her text messages. My nose scrunched and I passed the phone back to Catalina. “What does this say?” She read aloud, translating the Spanish to English.

Five days. My attention caught on something near Miasan’s hand, a piece of paper, partially hidden beneath her palm. I crouched down, carefully lifting her cold fingers to retrieve it. The handwriting was shaky, hurried. Miasan’s writing. “There’s a note,” I said, my brothers crowding closer to read over my shoulder. The message was brief, almost cryptic: Reach my sister. Orana. She knows. Kill her. Your doom. The words blurred together as I read them again and again, trying to make sense of it.

— Well, he better take good care of you or I'm going to hire someone to beat his ass. I laughed. — Understood. I'll be sure to let her know. I love you. — I love you too, Frankie. We'll talk soon, okay? — Okay. Give my love to Emma. When we hung up, I started crying, silent tears streaming down my face. I missed my sisters. This nightmare would be so much easier if I had them here with me... Then I remembered the conditions I needed to write to Fausto. I was definitely adding -bringing my sisters to Siderno- to the list.

“I'm Estaban, elder brother to Santos.” Pamela smiled, quietly admiring the way he talked. “My sister is on her way, her name is Zita. Can you tell your men to let her in when she gets here? Please.” “Sure.” He tapped his phone. “Done.” He looked at her with a smile. “I know you're confused with everything that is happening but I can assure you that Santos is not a bad person.”

She’d even told me herself she didn’t believe the rumors swirling through the pack, and she’d promised her loyalty with a sincerity that had almost made me cry. I thought that as long as someone stood beside me, regardless of who it was, I could face anything that came my way. “Can you go to my sister’s annex and ask if I can visit her?” I said, my words a little rushed, after all, I hadn’t been able to talk to Rosalia yesterday, and today, I needed to.

My sister walked the four blocks to drive us all back to my mother’s house! Amory takes my keys and looks them over. She plays with the Navy anchor for a moment until she moves on to the picture tag I forgot about. She holds it up to me and raises a brow at me, “my sister gave it to me”, I explain. She laughs and says, “ay mi querido” (oh my darling). Oh, that sounded so sexy rolling off her tongue, so I look up and nod at her. “Querido?”, (daring) she repeats, making me nod at her again. “Really”?

“Haha, your reaction is normal especially since I looked like my father while Charlotte and our little brother are photocopies of our mother. In short, I'm her one-year-old little sister, but as I have facilities in studies, I'm in a second class like her... that's not the subject here, I can understand that my sister is a bad person, but what's happening there is beyond comprehension. I do not understand such a vice » I looked at Carla lost, why was she talking badly about her sister, it's true we're not that close and even with what happened this morning, I don't think I want to be. But she still has been very nice to me so why does Carla talk so badly about her? I frowned as Carla smiled

Marta, his other siblings, and their spouses were crowded around him. "Matteo deserves to know the truth," said one of his sisters. "He’s out there pining over a woman who doesn’t want him." "He needs to maintain focus where he is," said one of Matteo’s brothers. "We can tell him when he returns." Slowly, I pieced together what they were saying. Chiara had written Matteo a letter? "He should know how Chiara truly feels about him," Matteo’s sister continued. "He has a right to know that he’s been rejected."