Espiando A Mi Abuela Novels & Stories

“Abuelo, Estoy en casa!" Zoëlla called as she entered the house. She had missed this place so much. She remembered playing around with her cousins. “Mi hija." Her grandma hobbled down the stairs to hug her. “Abuela, te he echado de menos( Grandma, I've missed you), where's Abuelo?" She inquired from the older woman. “Estoy aquí zoëlla." He said joining his wife and granddaughter beneath the staircase.

It was like my dreams were haunted, which of course they were and they always made me so weak and frail I got back into the room and I realized that Rebecca wasn't on the bed, I frowned as I got out of the room quietly and tiptoed down the stairs, avoiding all the parts of the stairs that creaked. I felt a bit cold as I saw Grandad's favorite chair in the living room and what was worse was the fact that Rebecca was sitting on it, her eyes closed, and she mumbling, I couldn't quite make out what she was saying but it seemed really obvious that she was talking to someone. Except that I didn't see the someone.

“Daddy says you’re not her, but you look just like her.” I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I know it’s a little confusing, sweetie. But you’re right—I do look a lot like her.” Mia nodded seriously. “She was pretty. Like you.” As we walked around more, I finally saw what I was looking for—tiny cameras hidden in weird places. One looked like a light, and another was built into a bookshelf. Not normal cameras… these were meant to spy on me. Just like Shadowbird said.

“Still within range.” “Good,” he said. “Means I can keep arguing with my grandchildren.” She laughed softly and began packing her things. I leaned forward. “Since you’re already here, maybe you should check mine too.” Her head snapped up. “I’m fine,” she said quickly. “It’s good practice,” I replied mildly. “Regular monitoring and all that.” Abuelo nodded. “He’s right. Especially at his age.” “At my age?” I echoed. Abigail shot Abuelo a look that clearly said traitor.

Then she continued talking to her friend. I turned my attention to my mother, who was busy scribbling. “Mom,” I called, and she looked up from her notes. “I was thinking, Abuelo’s garden, with the folly as the backdrop?” I mused, picturing the venue in my head. She nodded her head. “Your Abuela and Abuelo would be so happy, honey,” she beamed at me as she stopped scribbling and gazed at me. A stare that made me squirm inside.

His eyes still puffy from sleep. “Dios mío, is that my grandson?” Mamá yelled through the phone. “Why isn’t he wearing socks?! Dianna, he’ll catch a cold!” “He just woke up, Ma. Relax. I’ll buy him a damn alpaca sweater if it makes you feel better.” Ash crawled onto the couch and settled on my lap, yawning. “Is Abuela yelling again?” I kissed his temple. “No. She just loves you a lot.” “If she loves me, why does she yell so much?”

Alexia On getting into my room, I saw Aunt Esperanza going through my stuff. Wait what? What does this old hag want again? "You don't get tired, huh?" I crossed my arms as I stood watching her from the entrance. She didn't even look scared. She had been too nosy these days. Whenever I go out? I sense I am being followed. I had been extra careful since Bella got jailed. It was as if I was her number one suspect.

she pressed. “I just think that if you don't trust Beta Atlas, then you don't trust Grandpa Alan either. And the other day, I saw you eavesdropping, and when you were almost caught, I had to cover up for you. I thought to myself that you must have heard something that caught your attention enough to eavesdrop. And ever since then, I have noticed your secret spies lurking around in the shadows.” I explained. “You see them? They are supposed to stay unseen!” she blurted out, wide-eyed.

Abigail sheepishly entered the greenhouse, unable to make eye contact with her mother. “Who were you speaking to just now,” asked Abigail, intrigued by their conversation. She made it sound as if it wasn’t a big deal, busying herself with the herbs closest to her. Watering them as she usually did with love and care. “It is none of your concern, Abigail,” replied Emerald, angry that Abigail had been spying on her. “You really shouldn’t be spying on me, you know that it angers me. You know that I can always sense your presence, yet you forget.”

Ana met him halfway with the cordless phone in hand, already switching it to video call mode. “¡Abuela!” Alejandro beamed as his grandmother’s face appeared on the screen. “Mi amor,” she cooed, her voice rich with affection. “Qué grande estás! Qué haces esta mañana?” (“My love! You’ve gotten so big! What are you doing this morning?”) “I’m playing trains! Mira, abuela.” Alejandro turned the camera so she could see his elaborate train track setup. “Skyla helped me fix the bridge part yesterday. It was broken.”