Mi Hermana Querida Novels & Stories

God was merciful, breathing new life into the decaying mansion. Or perhaps, He was ending all that was rotten to make way for a fresh start. "Will you kill him?" "Don't overthink it, my dear madre." Luciano pressed a soft kiss to her lips. This child would find the love neither he nor Tanya ever learned, growing up unshadowed, whole and healthy, healing what their broken past could not.

My sister walked the four blocks to drive us all back to my mother’s house! Amory takes my keys and looks them over. She plays with the Navy anchor for a moment until she moves on to the picture tag I forgot about. She holds it up to me and raises a brow at me, “my sister gave it to me”, I explain. She laughs and says, “ay mi querido” (oh my darling). Oh, that sounded so sexy rolling off her tongue, so I look up and nod at her. “Querido?”, (daring) she repeats, making me nod at her again. “Really”?

I really like this look, it’s soft and romantic. A mind link forms in my head and my brother comes through. “Hola mi hermana, how was your day?” “Good, I am actually heading your way. Are you still in your office?” I ask. “Yes, I am. Te veo pronto!” He says and cuts the link.

She slowly turned her neck, her eyes widening in anticipation, to see who had called her. And there, standing before her, was a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to her long-lost childhood friend from Mexico City, Amelia. Memories flooded Camila's mind, nostalgia washing over her like a wave. With a mixture of disbelief and excitement, she exclaimed, "Amelia?" Her voice quivered with emotion as she uttered the name of her dear friend from years past.

Her tone held a hidden meaning, leaving me curious but also deeply touched. “Alright, it’s time for you to go,” Miss Elina announced, approaching us. As she drew closer, she offered me a warm smile. “It’s wonderful to see my old friend’s daughter again. It feels like she’s come back to life just by seeing you,” she said, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and joy. “Always remember that your parents loved you deeply.” My heart melted as I hugged her tightly. “Thank you both so much,” I said, turning to embrace Miss Mirena next.

She sighed deeply, recalling happier days from her childhood, and began to hum along. Gerald frowned, intrigued, watching her. “You speak Spanish?” he asked curiously. Myriam cleared her throat. “My second surname is Neira. My mother is Peruvian,” she explained. “So yes, I speak both languages perfectly.” “You’ll be very useful with our South American clients,” he remarked. “With pleasure,” she replied. What she didn’t know was that Gerald’s mother was Mexican, and he too mastered Spanish. He understood every word of the song she softly sang.

“Hello,” I tried again, smiling so hard in case she had missed it, but her eyes narrowed into slits, her breath coming out like the puff of a dragon threatening to breathe out fire. However, I would not be deterred, so I pressed on. “I am Raya, Micah’s mate, and I believe you are his sister.” She eyed me from head to toe, her lips slightly upturned in disgust, until finally her gaze settled on the hand I had stretched out for a handshake. If a gaze could burn, my hands would have been on a skewer for barbecue.

You Tú that you haven't stopped crying Que no has dejado de llorar Don't get used to sadness No te dejes acostumbrar por la tristeza Whoever loves you will love you like a princess Quien te quiera te querrá como princesa Get it out of your head Ya sácalo de tu cabeza Forget that they ever did you wrong Olvídate que alguna vez te hicieron mal And you will see that the heart heals again Y verás que el corazón vuelve a sanar let it go Ya déjalo ir That there is no need to suffer this way

But there was just that look in her eyes that made me still, that made me want to believe I wasn’t going mad and that my sister had somehow escaped hell and was now conversing with me. I didn’t say anything as every fiber in me shook with trepidation. The woman in front of me took it as a sign to continue talking and she did just that. “It’s Elise, your sister. The same sister who used to sing you lullabies every night, the same sister that taught you how to ride a bike, how to deal with dad’s tantrums, how to tie your pig tails. The same sister that nicknamed you Mae mae because that’s what mom used to call you before she gave birth to you. It’s me, Mia. It’s me”

My mother, Margaret Harper, carries the blood of a Word Witch. Once every lunar cycle, she can speak one blessing that fate itself is forced to obey. But all my life, the only thing she ever gave me was half a sentence. When I was eighteen, I received early admission to the Northern Royal Healers' Academy. My mother looked at the letter and said, "If you go north..." Her instincts had never been wrong, so I thought she'd seen danger waiting for me there. I turned the academy down with my own hands. Months later, she used her recommendation and a binding blessing to send my younger sister, Chloe, to the best healing school near our pack, even though Chloe had nowhere near my talent. After tha