Carta Para Una Persona Especial Novels & Stories

She replied, handing the card to me. "Okay you can go." I stated as she took her leave. I opened the card to see the beautiful content written by the unknown person. "The first time I saw you, I fell for your good manners, kind nature and your beauty, darling. I'm sorry I couldn't reach out to you over the phone due to some personal issues. But I'm sending you a little present as an apology and please, don't say no. Yours, Sarah R.W" I read out with a smile on my face before pulling the box closer to check the content inside.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by infectious laughter and heartfelt stories that bridged the gap of time. In the midst of their animated exchange, Amelia's face lit up with a secret she could no longer contain. "Camila," she began, her voice brimming with excitement. "I have something to share with you." With a swift motion, she retrieved a small, elegant invitation card from her pocket and extended it to her friend. Camila's eyes widened with surprise and anticipation as she accepted the invitation. Her heart swelled with joy for her dear friend. "Amelia, that's incredible!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine happiness. "Congratulations! I'll definitely be ther

whoever sent me this, i'm sincerely sorry, but i appreciate it hi i saw a card on the top, it's not that visible anymore because it's already tucked inside, and you can barely see i even tortured this flower, i'm too overacting, aga i opened it and i smiled, it's from the person who sent me, and it sa dear e i was hoping that you would like these flowers and chocolates that i personally chose just for you. it isn't like what your other admirers would give you but trust me this one's special, especially that it came from someone special. for now, i won't let you know my identity, i was too shy to do so but trust me when that day finally came, when i already had the courage to express my love

She seemed uninterested but I don’t care. I grabbed her hand and put the card on it. My smile is not fading while waiting for her reaction. “A calling card?! What would I do with this?!” Fauna gave me a questioning look. “Well, I just thought that it is time for you to move on from your good for nothing ex-boyfriend. And that calling card will help you. I can assure that the owner of that card is not an asshole. You can find your new love in him!” I explained at her. I am so excited that I can’t stop giggling in my seat.

Her brows pinched, hidden deep in the folds, tucked so carefully was a small, cream-colored envelope. She slid it out slowly, her fingers instinctively trembling. The paper was thick and expensive. She opened the envelope slowly. The card inside was handwritten. The kind of penmanship that came from a man who’d spent his life signing contracts sealed with blood. But it wasn’t business this time. It was personal. Very, very personal. "You were fourteen when you smiled at me for the first time. I’ve spent twenty-six years trying to forget that moment. I never could." — Rino

I sat back in my chair, rubbing my face with both hands, trying to concentrate on something, anything, but my mind kept returning to her. Finally, I called the receptionist at her hotel, keeping my voice calm but firm. “I want to send something to Mrs. Velma,” I said. “Her special delicacy is the chocolate soufflé with fresh strawberries.” I paused for a moment, imagining her reaction, the way her eyes might light up when she saw it. Small gestures, I told myself, but maybe this one would reach her, even just a little. Maybe it would soften her heart, even for a moment, and remind her that I was thinking of her.

His words caught me off guard. Immediately, I recalled the full details of the invitation. My eyes dropped back to it, scanning until they landed on the category printed beneath. A Personal Card. My breath stilled for a second. If I remembered correctly, personal invitation cards were exclusive—crafted for a single individual. No substitutes. No companions. No exceptions. Which meant… I slowly folded the card and looked back up at Theodore, my gaze sharp. “What exactly is this supposed to mean?” I asked. “An independent card… meaning I’m expected to come alone?”

“Here’s my number, text me yours—the personal one— and I’ll let you know the place. How does 1 PM sound?” Cortez took the card from her and put it inside his pocket without looking at it. “Sounds perfect.”

Tom said, "Joey submitted the application on her birthday." Shawn kept replaying what had happened on my birthday in his mind after leaving my workplace. He couldn't understand why I'd suddenly applied to return to Summeria—he'd only forgotten my birthday and brought up the fake divorce with me. He was sure there was something else he wasn't aware of and felt like he needed to seek me out to get to the bottom of this. That same day, he bought a flight back to Summeria.

“I need you to send a letter that I have written.” Cara raised her brow at that particular statement. “This is not something that you couldn't have done Mom. you could have easily sent a letter. Or you could have sealed the envelope and I could have sent a letter. What is the big deal about sending a letter?” “The big deal about sending a letter is that you have to handover the letter in person to the man for whom this has been written.” “Okay. Sounds a bit weird but I think that is doable as well.”