Novel & Cerita Carta Para Una Persona Especial

"Won't you read that?" I tilt my neck toward the spot where a rectangular paper lay on my stomach. "It's a card." "Yes." His tone is casual. "Open it." Skeptically, I take the card. Red—my color—mixed with a little touch of white, probably to neutralize the brighter colour. Unfolding the edges, I'm gobsmacked as the content starts to register. It's a poorly thought-out letter, handwritten, aiming at informing me about a rooftop Val date—which is tomorrow, by the way. The statement of invitation and venue come after a shabby poet praising my... character?

She turned, and her breath caught. “Leaving so soon?” Dante asked. The noise of the gala faded beneath the weight of his voice. “I have what I need,” she said, forcing herself to meet his gaze. His smile was slow, deliberate. “Do you?” Her pulse jumped. “Yes.” He studied her for a moment, as though deciding whether to believe her. Then he reached into his jacket and slid something into her palm—a small black card with nothing but a number printed in silver. “Call me,” he said. “Before someone else does.”

I’m about to think more when a message comes through from him. I open the message and scan the contents. Hello Tesoro. I would like to schedule a meeting when you are free to discuss two very special commission pieces for two very special people in my life. Please have your people reach out at your earliest convenience. Matteo DeAngelis. I smirk at this and send back the generic response. Thank you for contacting Tesoro, for all work related requests please send a message to @PheonixCouture. Many thanks, Tesoro.

Sonia said hesitantly. "That is my dream guy's card!" Mandy grabbed Sonia's arm and started shaking it. It was obvious that she was not going to stop until she got what she wanted. Sonia sighed and took Daniel's credit card from the room. Mandy took the card and looked at it carefully. The surface of the card was silver and black, and in the middle of it was a low-key, simple, and unique character. Just as she was about to turn over the card, Eva snatched it away. "Wow, this card is so unique. Can you get your name carved on a card? Is that a symbol of his last name? Where can I get one? I want to get one too!"

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.

To my surprise, nestled within was a sleek cell phone, accompanied by a note inscribed with the words, "To our equal love in an unequal world." A smile effortlessly spread across my face as I realized the gift was from Mac Allister. The sentiment expressed in his words warmed my heart, emphasizing the unique connection we shared amidst the complexities of our respective lives. It was a reminder of the unconventional nature of our relationship, yet one that held unwavering strength and affection.

He wouldn't say anything and even when I greet, he would not answer me. I'm happy that he did today. Surely, there was some hope "Here.” I averted my gaze from my phone and looked up at his hand which was extended towards me, with the white paper in it. 'Is that a love letter?' Honestly speaking, if Mia was sitting right next to me, I wouldn't have hesitated to give a slap in the face. She really gets annoying at times. Of all the things Carter can do, he will actually take his time to seat down and write a love letter, to give who? Me?

I need something to awe her and that says I love you so much that you are the only woman in the world. While wracking my brain, Beta Jody walks in and hands me a cup of coffee. “You look like you need it, this morning. How are things going with Ms. Arabella as of late?” She frowns as she says it, because she knows that there is something going on and I won’t say. I shake my head and then state, “Nothing that is of any concern, I just can’t think of the perfect present. I need something that says, I can only love you and no one else.”

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.

Aria's POV "Hey, what's that?" I said as I turned around to face the card. Maya was a quicker. She stooped and picked it up, curiously flipping it open. "Oh, this would be nice," she said, giggling and squinting to read what was written inside the card. 'For every storm I walk through, I hope to find my way back to the warmth that feels like home–you. Until then, keep blooming, and wait for me.'