Espiando A Mi Abuela Novels & Stories

I became scared and tell one of my men who had showed me the trending Video to help me get out of the hospital. That woman is a bitch! She twisted everything around me when she knows she wanted her own step daughter dead. MIKEL. After the dinner, we had sex and when I see she had drifted into sleep, I went to my laptop and turn on spy recorded voice and I listened to the conversations between daughter and mother and it was quite interesting because I was able to get the full details of what happened. I smile happily, I was listening to it over again and didn’t know Irene was already behind me, it was her sob that awoke me.

“Abuela… what are you saying? Elaine… killed my mom?” Tears blurred my vision as a storm of emotions crashed over me — shock, pain, anger, confusion. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t breathe properly. My hands started trembling uncontrollably in my lap. All these years I thought my mother died from an illness… and now this? I stared at Abuela, my lips quivering. “Are you… are you sure? How… how do you know this?” Abuela nodded her head slowly, her expression deadly serious. “I’m very sure, mi niña. I was even about to expose them… then they gave me some sort of injection. That’s what made me bedridden for so many years.”

"Are you hungry?" "I'm still full." I leaned back in the chair and looked at Ali again. He was on the side talking to Gianna. Our eyes met, and Gianna also looked at me. I averted my eyes and focused my attention on the people who were peering into my abuela's coffin. I also just noticed that Aliona disappeared from my side. I got up to look for my cousins. "Mommy, I'll just look for Aliona." "Huh? Maybe they're just outside."

Bracing myself for Andrea and Lilith’s scorn, I returned to my father's house, even though they made it painfully obvious that I was an unwanted person in the mansion, they haven't abandoned me. I knocked two quiet raps on the door. The door croaked open, Abuela's eyes widened as she saw me. “Oh child. Where have you been, I was so worried.” She hugged me as she spoke. Warmth enveloped my heart, “I slept off by the river Abuela” I said, not wanting her to worry. She stepped aside and I entered, “Aella” she called quietly. I turned, “they're waiting for you” she said, her eyes filled with pity.

A jolt of panic shot through me, my heart hammering so violently it felt as if it might burst from my chest. I swallowed hard, the food turning to sawdust in my throat, "Excuse me?" I blinked, certain my ears were playing tricks on me. Abuela lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, as if my shock was a personal insult, "The wedding," she repeated, taking a delicate sip of her tea, "We can't put this off indefinitely. I'm not getting any younger, and I'd quite like to bounce a great-grandchild on my knee before I depart this mortal coil."

“I think it’ll be a disaster. But it’ll be our disaster. And honestly? That’s kind of perfect.” I groaned. “Fine. But if they summon ancestral spirits, I’m blaming you.” “Deal,” she said, already pulling up a note on her phone. “Also—how do you spell ‘don’t mention cookware’ in Spanish?” “Oh my god.” How was I going to survive this? I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive it. It was impossible, of this I was sure. But it might go well Her Abuela was a feisty woman. Is a feisty woman I should say.

“Thank you for your help. I really appreciate it.” “If you don’t need anything else, I will return to my post.” “That is everything, Thank you, Cana.” Cana again jumped from my shoulder, flying out the window. “What is Cana’s post?” Abigail asked curiously. “She is spying on Hellebore for me. She can blend into backgrounds, and I want to know what Hellebore is planning and why she is interested in the creature behind the envy gate.” “My daughter is a sneaky little minx, no one would suspect this of you, especially Hellebore.”

was his reply. I chuckled. “No te preocupes, lo conseguiremos tío (Don't worry, we'll get it uncle)” I smiled and took the list from Bianca. I glanced through. “Abuela, ¿para qué necesitas estos ingredientes? (Grandma, what do you need these ingredients for?)” I asked. “No puedo hacer mi comida especial sin ellos (I can't make my special meal without them)” she said with a wink and a knowing smile. “Spinach and corn rolled enchiladas!” Isabel and I said at the same time with a gasp.

Aaron’s POV As soon as I stepped out of my majestic castle, a chorus of pleas reached my ears, pulling me towards its source. The voice was familiar, filled with desperation and sorrow. It was the voice of Abuela, the elderly woman whom I held dear to my heart, treating her as my own grandmother. I immediately halted my pace, turning my attention towards her. There she was, on her knees, her tear-streaked face reflecting the pain she felt. Her trembling voice called out to me, begging me to listen, to understand.

Now, she wants to control my life. "You're saying that now, but it's me who cleans up your mess. I let you fool around in another country, but I won't watch and see you destroy your life.” Abuela slammed her cane on the floor. “You think you stand a chance, but does that woman even want to be with you, mijo? I don't think so.” *** I figured that the time I'll be spending in Spain would be wasted time. Abuela has set her mind to whatever it is she decided, and I figured I'd do the same.