Carta Para Mis Hermanas Novels & Stories

“Not sure. I guess I will pass.” “Tell us, baby. Why can’t you enjoy and give away your Vcard?” Kiara’s eyes eagerly looking for the man she was desperate to see. “I don’t know. I don’t want someone to die on me today,” “Die on you, how?” “Girls, it’s Mateo Costello. Margarita’s elder brother. He would pluck every eye landed on his sister.” Laila added. “Big bad brother?” Before Margarita added something on her part, her phone chimed. “Devil knows everything,” Laila shrugged her shoulders.

Thank you for everything. Carol, She was crying after reading the letter… Not because of Carolina's betrayal to the Brown's brothers, but because she was the sister whom Carolina was talking about in her letter. Carolina was her sister whom she was looking for. All she thought was she would be able to see her one day, and be with her soon. But fate was so cruel. She got entangled with the man whom her sister was in a relationship with. She and her sister fell in love with the same man.

“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.

“Forget marriage, I’m sure she doesn't have a man in her life. Elena, are you a lesbian?” “Of course not. She’s straight,” my mother answers quickly. Aunt Carla giggles. “Well, she’s not getting any dicks.” They all laughed. My mother's frown deepens. “Please, getting married isn't by force, aunty,” Claire says quickly. “My sister has plenty of other things to do than focus on finding a man. She’ll get married whenever she wants. She’s beautiful.” Aunt Carla laughs louder. “No eres tan hermosa como tú, mi querida Claire. Tu hermana se está marchitando.” (Not as beautiful as you, my darling Claire. Your sister’s shriveling.)

Seizing the opportunity, I delivered a powerful kick to the ribs of those vile individuals, sending them hurtling across the room. For whatever reason Dante decided to stop his guards, I was going to make sure, it was his worst decision. "Avelina, don't do this," my dad pleaded, his struggle for breath tugging at my heart. "Don't worry, Dad. You'll be fine," I reassured him, momentarily softening my gaze. But as my eyes fell upon the brothers, the rage crawled up every inch of my skin. "Do you know what an artist's greatest talent is?" I asked, approaching Matteo slowly. He regarded me with scepticism, lacking any trace of fear or surprise, as if he already knew too much about me.

Two women who'd loved each other across the divide of the Collective. Clara, I don't know if you'll ever read this. I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to send it. But I need you to know that I'm sorry. For what my brother did. For what my family became. For the woman I was too afraid to be. You were braver than me. You always were. And I'll spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of your friendship. I love you. Mm I folded the letters. Placed them in the box with the others.

She chuckled after teasing. Sometimes I cursed myself for having a sharp sister. "One day, sorella, I hope one day you’ll find your match.” I rose from the chair, preparing myself to leave. Cara let out a vibrant laugh. She then stood and stepped out behind her desk. She walked towards me with her arms wide open. “See you soon, fratello.” She said while hugging me. I tightened my hold on her and inhaled her scent, remembering it for the years to come that we won’t be seeing each other.

"No matter what you say, I don't have a plan. You know that I hate commitment. They're all the same," "Duh! Women are different, if you can talk like that you might be forgetting that I'm your sister and I'm a girl," I said. "So you're a girl? I thought you weren't," I hit him quickly. "Storm Kyzer Alcantara, you're getting on my nerves! You're ugly," I shouted. "If I'm ugly, so are you Princess Kiara Alcantara because we're siblings." Then he laughed. "Whatever you say brother, as long as I believe that the time will come when your heart will soften again. It's been so many years and you should forget about Kaye." I exclaimed.

She looked at me as if I was crazy. “Wait a minute, who the hell are you? Who the hell is this bitch?." “I'm their sister. Different fathers, same mother." Am I really their sister, are siblings meant to fuck? “Oh, oh my god. No one told me about you, now I see the resemblance" her face went ash this time. Liar, there was no bloody resemblance, we didn't even share the same mannerism. “I'm sorry for speaking to you that way, I was just kidding. Work has been hectic this past few days. Would you like me to make you coffee? What would you like."

I took her hand, cold and still in mine, and felt the weight of all the words I wanted to say. "I'm here, Carmen," I whispered, feeling a strange sense of connection. "I know we've never met, but… I've thought about you every day." Mr. Dela Cruz stood back, giving me space, and I could feel his sadness in the air. "We're here for you, Carmen," I continued, my voice shaking. "You have a family waiting for you. A sister who wants to know everything about you." There was no response, of course, but I hoped, somehow, that she could feel my presence.