Novel & Cerita Carta Para Mis Hermanas

“Diana Scott. Paradise.” America's eyes turned sad too as she muffled, “You can read it in private if you want. I know it’s something personal to you.” I smiled tight lipped, “It's okay. Diana wrote something short but precise anyways.” “What did she say?” “To my youngest brother, you have grown so much. I am glad God gave me this opportunity to be with you even just a little while. I am glad of how you became as a man. Remember, life is like surfing, just hold on and enjoy the ride. I love you and I’m always watching over you. Your Sister, Diana.”

"He's pointing out the truth. If it weren't for our mother's affair, I would have been the firstborn. Things would be perfect without you in the picture." "You haven't got what it takes to be the first fucking born," Emma tells me honestly, and she's right. I'm not made of the stuff she is. I'm not strong enough. "Un legame di sorella ci lega per parola, sangue e anima," She tells me. "Un legame di sorella ci lega per parola, sangue e anima," A sister bond binds us by word, blood and soul; I repeat those words from her bathroom many years ago.

“Why don’t you, your sister and uncle ride back with me and Reid? I’ll take you to the pack hospital.” “Okay. Um, I don’t need the hospital though. Really. I’m not injured. I just need to clean up.” “Hermana, let’s go just in case. One of them had you restrained for a moment there.” “Why are they calling your different names?” Aiden asks. I addressed my sister first. “I will go for you, Mia. Okay?” Then I turn my attention to Aiden, “Sobrina means niece. Hermana means sister. It’s not different names.” I said and now I’m smiling.

“You’ll always be my pack. No matter where you are. I love you like blood, you were meant to find me mi hermana, and I’ll never stop caring about you.” Her statement tells me she does know, and she isn’t going to argue about it. She’s a realist, and she knows my life won’t improve when Colton marks Carmen. I’ll be this inconvenient issue stuck in the way of Carmen’s happy ever after, and we both know she’s too spiteful to let that fly.

I take the letter and start to read it. Dear Catty. I know this is really weird. Sending you a gift soon after we met. But I really wanted to give this to you. This cape, it’s beautiful, isn’t it? It was my sisters, who passed away two years ago. I kept it with me as it reminded me so much of her. When we met yesterday, I don’t know for some reason you reminded me of my sister. She had raven black hairs just like you and even your smile. Everything about you reminds me of her.

- Carlos speaks, watching Juan get up and approach us all smiling. — We can invite them to come for Juan’s birthday and Rubens too. I believe that when they see our family, they will see that you cannot go to another country. - I explain while I hold Juan with my hands. — I hope it works. -Says Carlos. — Hermana. - Juan speaks, laughing and pointing at me. — Hermana, no. Your mother is not your sister. You have no sister, young man. - Correct Carlos. —That’s Mama.

How could Moon goddess pair her with Henrik's kind of cold and reserved personality? "My Luna already gave me both of your applications. There's no need for that anymore since you both are now citizens of Silver Moon pack by mate bond." She nods her head vigorously in reply "I'm Carla..." Her sister finally speaks. "I'm the eldest by twelve minutes and my sister is Clarita. It's a great honor to meet you, Alpha." They bow deeply. I nod with a smile. "This is Eric, my Beta..." They bow slightly to Eric but he offers his hand to them instead

"Yeah" "So, that's why you never talked to dadda the way I did?" her voice is heavy now. "Not because of that" "Hmm. Adults talk!" she says. I choose to not reply anymore and swallow the dry bread. "Does it change anything?" her shivering eyes drift on me. "You're still my brother, right? You still love me?" "Hey!" I leave the bread and lean a bit towards her. "Why would you say that?" "Cara says she has half-brothers and sisters. I really don't like the term. I don't wanna say you're my half brother. And she even says they don't like her"

“I'll ask Greta to make you all pancakes in the world when we come back.” “Te sacaré del infierno si es necesario, hermana. Somos tú y yo contra el mundo. ¡Vamos vamos! (I'll bust you out of hell if I have to, sis. It's you and me against the world. C'mon, c'mon!)” I chuckled. “Besa adiós al chico bonito (Kiss pretty boy goodbye) and let's go. Hi Summer.” “Isabel” my sister-in-law grinned.

Every year after that, we lost more of our family. I reserved 110 plots in the family cemetery—109 for my sisters, and one for myself. The last one to leave us was Sofia. She was 100 years old when she passed. She held my hand, her breath barely a whisper as she said, "Dante, let's be brother and sisters again in our next life." I nodded, my tears falling onto the back of her hand. "Alright. Next time, I'll be the big brother, and you'll all be my younger sisters."