Carta Para Mis Hermanas の小説・ストーリー

I didn't realize that he had come closer to us with my sister Isabella. (Please stop this nonsense) "Oh, como te extrano, mi hermana," he promised mom softly. (Oh, how I miss you, my sister) "Please give us back my grandchildren, they are innocent." John slowly approached him to lead his mother. "All I want is to accept me, la Hermana! I never intended to steal your crown, but I had enough! You never cared for me, all of you! Even our parents always scolded me for being so stubborn, but that's not true. I only follow my heart and my dream!” mother's brother cried.

That was when a message came in. “ASHFORD I SWEAR IF YOU TELL HER ANYTHING!” The message was written in all caps. Curiosity ate at me. Tell who what? I know I shouldn't have but I clicked to go back to their messages. My eyes widened in shock when I read them. My heart rate increased when I saw her picture. My sister? I have a sister? ~VALENCIA~ “There's a choice to be made.” That bastard, Dario paced around me. I struggled to get out of my constraints.

Eyes blinded by my tears and body shaking with the sheer force of my emotion. "Colton, please...NOOOOO!! I beg you. Not her, please, stop..... don't hurt her........ Carmen, you're my sister. Don't give up. I need you too." I cry it so venomously it rasps and splices my throat with burning agony.

"Zivanna, my sister. I'm sorry for making you angry and crying. I am not only your brother, but I am both mother and father to you. That is the reason why I strive for your happiness. Life is only once. If we make the right choice, then our life will be happy and if we make the wrong choice, so there is no happiness until the end of life. You have to live happily. Our father and mother in heaven will be happy if they see us happy. I hope you understand what I mean. I love you, my sister. " Alfredo wrote on a piece of paper and then put it in the book he had just bought.

she concluded and stood up “Even though we are sisters, it still doesn’t feel like it. I hope we can meet again someday and be happy as we should be” she said to me and extended her hand for a shake “I know it’s not my place but I have one request. Could you please treat Remy with love? He deserves it a whole lot. Also, don’t fight with your brother anymore, he loves you more than you can ever imagine” I stated, lowering my gaze a bit

" what is happening?! why are things got messed up at the first day I saw him, why him? and not any other man ? " " He is my brother ,for pete's sake" Cara exclaimed and leaned on the door dropping on the floor touching her beating heart on her chest with tears glistening her eyes .

“Freya, don’t try to pull any tricks! “I’m telling you right now, if you don’t apologize to Emma, I’ll beat you until you do!” As he spoke, he raised his foot again. Dad stopped him. “Lucas, stop it. She’s still your sister!” Lucas immediately snapped back, “She’s not my sister! “She’s so petty. I don’t want someone like her as my sister! “I only have one sister, and that’s Emma!” Then Mom spoke up too. “Freya, don’t blame us for favoring Emma. Look at what you’ve become. You used to be so understanding.”

Camila tightened her grip on my arm even more. “Let go!” I shouted sharply. Though Camila was startled by my sudden forceful tone, her grip didn’t loosen. My heart jumped to my throat. A woman’s face is everything. Nothing could happen to it. “Liam is my real brother!” I tried to explain, hoping they would come to their senses. However, in the face of jealousy, those words sounded weak and meaningless. Maria laughed mockingly, her movements becoming even more vicious. “Real brother? Please. Mistresses these days all call their men ‘brother’, don’t they?

I am keeping notes for the romance novel I am going to write about after all this is over. Also-also. Your mother's brother. YES, your UNCLE who lives in the east. He sent two crates of pears! He said they are for "the daughter of the daughter he was not allowed to claim." I cried. I am not made for this much family drama. Please come home soon. Or send it to me. Or both. I love you. I love you. I love you. Mira. I set the letter down. I picked up the pen.

) Papá chuckles before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug—not quite as suffocating as Mamá’s, but still tight as hell. This is what I come back to. Verbal abuse from the two people who supposedly love me more than anything in the world. When I say as much, Papá smacks the back of my head, and Mamá tells me to shut up before pulling me down to kiss my forehead. “¿Dónde está Carmencita? ¿No quiere ver a su hermano mayor, al que tanto quiere?” (Where’s Carmencita? Doesn’t she want to see her older brother, whom she loves so much?) I ask as we head toward baggage claim to grab my seabag.