Novel & Cerita Carta Para Mis Hermanas

"I'm going to be late for work, I hope things work out well for you. She acted as if her presence at our place had not just being a complete sketch. "That was weird," I closed the door and went back to my laptop. So many thoughts ran through my head as I attempted to type my chapter. "She only made that up, my sister would never betray me like that," I soliloquized the entire time, "it doesn't add up, she was just here the other day yelling against infidelity," I chuckled to reassure myself, unconciously pressing on the space bar key the entire time.

* I felt like crying this is so sweet "Aww luka this is lovely thank you!" I said pulling him into a hug. "You are welcome Angel.." he said smiling at me. "Okay my turn.." BeBe said handing me a smaller box. I smiled taking it from her. "I made it my self.." she said as soon as I saw the beautiful pink bracelet *Sisters are forever* were the words written on it. "I always wanted and wished to have a sister and when you step foot into this house, I knew my pray had been answered thank you for coming into our lives.." she hugged me.

It read as this: Chicca, Would you come back to me willfully or would I have to come grab you by the hairs. I will be counting the seconds while you decide. You've got 24 hours to return to the club and take orders on how to go about it, or that figlio di puttana you're conniving with gets the first bullet of many: your brother, his wife, his son, your sisters or your mother. With every passing hour, my mind might change and I'd start sharing the bullets. And, I reserved best for last: riportami il mio erede o avrai una bara con i corpi di tutta la tua famiglia dentro...

"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.

I don't know how to let people in. Maybe someday I'll figure it out. Maybe someday I'll write you a real letter, or call you, or show up on your doorstep. But not today. Today, this is all I can do. I love you. I've always loved you. I'll always love you. Your sister, Mary

Merissa huffed at her threat "Is that supposed to make me feel scared?" "That is supposed to make you start thinking fast. I may tolerate insult from Cardin's bitch, but I will never accommodate insults from his stray, so think wisely. I'm nothing like my brother, annoy me and you will be joining your fucking predecessors, that's if you fucking have one" "Don't bullshit me, everybody knows that Cardin killed his only sister, so don't give me that crappy story about being his sister" she chided. "You should pay more attention to the story next time, I'm sure you wouldn't miss the part where two women and two men stood by his side during that war"

It was my turn to share mine and I got nervous. “Hi, I’m Altalune Mizuki.” I started “Uhm I have an older brother, to be honest, I envy y’all.” I laughed “How do you feel when you make your brothers and sisters your support?” I looked at everyone “Because my brother, he left us. there was a bad misunderstanding in our house, he just left the house suddenly and never came back. I was 13 years old at that time, I am 18 now. We haven't seen each other for 8 years and I feel like he has no plans to return. When I was a child we were happy, I don't know if the world was punishing me.” I couldn’t help but the tears are falling into my eyes “I hope we meet again, before I get tired of him. That’s a

Take this shit away from here. The man resumed dragging that girl and she was screaming her heart out. When she was crying her gaze fell on the brothers standing few metres away from her and she immediately recognized them because she was used to see their photo frames hanged on the walls while the brothers didn't recognize her because she was too young when they left from there for the camp. "¡B-hermano! Sálvame. No quiero ir, por favor." Cristina yelled out at them and when they heard her calling them brother it didn't took time for them to recognize that she was their angel.

The message contained only one sentence. You found the wrong sister.

We couldn’t find the chest and… I got greedy. Forgetting my own sister, my own blood. And, I’m sorry. I regret my doings, Felicia. Not asking you to forgive me, but, please don’t let me die in the hands of Ava. Yours truly, Francesca. A Letter Replying Francesca’s Will and Intent Dearest Francesca, My twin, ex-friend and sister. I remember the pies mum made. I also noticed you failed to add the weather ( a sunny and warm day)