Carta A Una Amiga Novels & Stories

A message. He wasn’t hiding her, he was presenting her. Introducing his mistress to the family matriarch. The insult hit hard, sharp enough to steal her breath for a moment. Then Amelia smiled slow, dangerous. “Interesting,” she murmured to the empty room. Her reply was cool and precise. Amelia: “I didn’t know. I’m tied up with issues in New York. Please send my apologies to Abuela Favino.” Carina: “Oh… well, I’m sure it’s nothing serious!”

She read the message multiple times before sending it, her heart pounding with anticipation. After a few moments, Stephan's reply came through. "I had a great time too, Amelia. You're an incredible friend." Her heart broke as she stared at the word 'friend,' but she tried to push away the disappointment. With a sigh, Amelia put her phone down and gazed into the fire. Maybe she had misread the signals. Maybe she was just projecting her feelings onto him. It was foolish to think that there could be something.

He slowly read the letter in his mind as his face darkened. The letter had only one familiar written and that looked like it was owned by the anonymous sender. He had remembered and come across this kind of calligraphy writing, but how come Alexa has this letter? The letter read, It is me, your long lost friend. Due to some personal reasons, I have not been able to set my eyes on your pretty face since we last saw each other. I have also wanted to let you know how my heart feels about you. To cut the story short, I am back for you and any force that stands in my way will get what its looking for!

am. I was hoping he and I will grow old together because we are bff’s but it seems, it will not be the case. I have not even called him or messaged him because I am still angry with him. I know it sounds a bit childish, oh hell, it is childish but what can I do? It hurts here,” she tapped her chest. Fidelo smiled and said the first thing that came to his mind, “You love him”. “But of course,” she countered, she is my best friend.” Not that kind of love,” Fidelo tried to explain. Ami shook her head in denial. “Romantic love?Bleh!'' she shuddered. “Haan cguro!” she spluttered. Fidelo scratched his head not understanding what she just said. “Nevermind,” assured Ami. It doesn’t matter. “Anyway,

Waiting for me was a text from Smart, the one I had felt would never contact me again. "I've thought about it for days now, Jay. I think I would like to be your friend. Not ones with benefits. Just a friend. I apologize for letting my emotions almost ruin a beautiful friendship. I promise I won't ever come on to you. All I want is to be your friend. Please call when you see this. I will be awaiting. No matter how long it takes. I will always be waiting."

“I thought you should know.” Holding two fingers on her screen, I zoomed in on various parts of the picture. “Is that an entire basket of fish we caught?” She nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess this is how she likes to imagine our day out going.” “You’re worried about this?” I questioned, though I could see she was. Shrugging, Marissa bounced her head from side to side. “I don’t know. Should I be? What do you think about it?” “Honestly?” I lifted both eyebrows, dropping my gaze to the picture one final time before the screen went black. “I love it.”

"Lorenzo, you shouldn't always be lonely for all the days of your life, you know" Our gazes locked and she smiled. "I'm not asking to become your lover, Lorenzo. I just want us to be friends. I don't want to pressure you into it. But, if you change your mind, you can call me" She said, taking out a pen and a piece of paper from her handbag. She scribbled her phone number on it and placed it beside my cup of coffee. She rose to her feet, a smile still tugging at her lips.

"You are crazy, man." As what as I said, I really did befriend Ambrosia. Friendship was only I could offer to her. Though she was flirting too much! I literally said the words 'Please, I want us to be friends only' but she never budged! So as a result, I let her to assume. It's not my fault if he fell for my friendly actions. "Sir, here is your coffee from Ma'am Ambrosia." My secretary appeared, holding the thing she just mentioned. I caught a letter beside the coffee. The view made me roll my eyes.

As far as I was concerned, there was no other woman on the planet. I held out my arms, and she walked into them. I murmured against her head, "There is no one but you for me, para simepre, Carino. (term of endearment, "honey" should have a tilde or accent mark over the N) Brody called on the way to Ana's parents' home. I answered via Bluetooth, "?Hola, amigo, que pasa?" I asked him what was up.

This is my journey, and I am the author of my own destiny. Alessia stood at the bustling café, sipping her latte as she met with her friends, Emma and Marcus. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them as they settled into a cozy corner booth. Emma leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Alessia, guess what? I heard about this art exhibition happening next week. It's a perfect opportunity for you to showcase your talent." Alessia's heart skipped a beat. Art had always been her sanctuary, a place where she could express herself without boundaries. The thought of sharing her creations with the world ignited a fire within her.