Novel & Cerita Carta Para Alguien Especial

"Keep it. Consider it a gift." "Sir, I couldn't possibly—" "Alessandro. And yes, you can." I signed the receipt and pushed it back across the counter. "Everyone deserves something beautiful in their life." She stared at me like I'd spoken in a foreign language. "But you just bought it. For someone special, you said." "I did. And I'm giving it to someone special." The words hung between us, loaded with all the things I couldn't say. You are special. You've always been special. You're the most special person in my world, even if you don't remember me.

Not that I am going to tell him that. *** "Sir, Are these for any special occasion?" The kind looking lady asked me. I look up as I dispose off yet another card after scratching out what I had written. Choosing the flower had been easy. Green orchids, wild ones. One look at them had me decided. They reminded me of her. But I was not able to figure out what to write on the accompanying card as a note! 'Will you go out with me?' made me feel creepy for a first time note. l can imagine what she would feel. 'How are you?' 'Have a nice day.' 'Best wishes.' All had been tried and rejected in the last ten minutes.

To: Felice Enjoy! From: Someone I arched my brow as I stared at the paper and then the chocolates. It wasn’t the usual heart-shaped box of Ferrero, it was a customized box and it looked like the person who sent this, whoever or whatever it is, just placed the chocolates in the box and added some confetti to it to serve as decorations.

My name is Madison Waters. My heart has been broken one too many times. I've given up on love and on relationships since last year. I'm done trying to find "Mr. Right," that's for sure. Right now, I'm lounging on my sweet expensive sofa, sipping on a cold beer as I watch a movie on the TV. I'm waiting for someone to arrive. This person has been with me since I broke my heart last year. We share the same sentiments on love and on relationships.

My eyes shoot open and I step to the side, watching as they begin to file inside my apartment. “What…” I stammer, moving to the side, “what’s going on? What is all of this?” “Good afternoon, ma’am,” a shorter man enters. He holds out a card to me, which I take, and places his hands behind his back. “You are the very special recipient of a very special gift! Open up the letter once we leave!” “Okay,” I slowly nod. I look down at the card in my hand. It is a white envelope with my name written in cursive in the middle of the paper. I flip it over, trying to see if there is any other sign of who it could be from.

Pietro handed it over to Dante and Victoria took the voucher in confusion. “What is this?” She asked him. “This is a special voucher I made just for you, it’s called the wish voucher.” He told her with a smile on his face. “If in the future, there is something you want from me, whether it is getting to the moon or burning this world, just write your wish on the voucher and give it to me. I will make them come true.” He told her proudly. She took the voucher and smirked. “I did not think someone like you could come up with an idea like this.” Pietro snorted. Of course, it was not Dante’s idea; it was Pietro’s idea, but Dante was not going to tell her.

I looked at the message card attached to the flowers and reads it out loud, "To the most beautiful woman in the world, may your day be as lovely as you are. I hope these flowers brighten up your day. Good morning, beautiful. Love, Deangelo." Deangelo's handwriting was bold and confident, yet there was a tenderness to it that made me feel special. I could not help but feel like a princess being wooed by a knight in shining armor. Deangelo was so thoughtful and romantic, it made my heart skip a beat, I had never been treated this way, ever, it was al things that I saw in movies or books while growing up and now that they were happening to me, I felt very special. I took a deep breath and inhal

My heart skipped a beat as I carefully opened it, pulling out a handwritten letter. **"Luna Tamara,"** it read in bold, sweeping handwriting, **"I received your message requesting to be my date for the festival. This is to tell you I would be honored to have you accompany me to the festival. I trust the dress will be to your liking. Attached below is your invitation, see you tonight. – Alpha Dante."** I stared at the letter, in surprise. Yes, according to my plan with Violet, I had called Alpha Dante several times to ask him to be my date, but he ignored my calls each time.

-It's part of me. I grabbed the cup of coffee, drinking the dark liquid to the last drop. When I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my jeans. I brought my hand to the device, noticing that it was just a text message. Upon unlocking the screen of my phone, her name was highlighted on the screen. Camila Cabello. "I'm going to a business dinner with my husband. I need you in my house at 6PM sharp. Don't be late. xx – Karla Estrabao"

write a few lines from the core of my heart, raw, honest, and pure. Why? Because I trust you blindly. And that makes you special, very, very special. Today, I want you to know that. I want you to know that I have reserved a very special place in my heart for you. It’s your home there. You will always beat inside me. I know you are a pain in the back. I know you irritate me like hell. But the pure feeling between us is just too magical. I want to own a part of your heart too. I want to be that special person for you as well. I want us to stay that exceptional constant in this daily-changing world. And yes, when you remember the little things I told you years back, it makes my heart fill up w