Novel & Cerita Carta Para Una Persona Especial

said someone while I was smiling to myself and looking at the card in my hands. I turned to look but ended up falling into his arms. When I looked at his face, I recognised Senior Calix. "You're blushing again," he says as he strokes my cheeks and smiles at me. I stood and said, "No! I'm not!" He smirked and took the card I was holding and read the lines aloud to me "NO MATTER HOW LONG. MY HEART WILL NOT CHANGE! Wow! So cute quote for a cute girl… Do you have any romantic interests? Who did you buy this for?"

I suddenly asked. “I reserved it for the whole day.” He answered simply, he then grabbed my chin and made me “It’s only me and you here, Sereia.” He said a devilish grin was playing in his lips. Just then, as if he remembered something, he gave a small card to me. “I prepared something for you.” I looked at it, “What is it?” Grabbing it, I read it. Sereia Philomena Isolde. As The Stars Are Infinite, So Is Our Love

Then I go back to the dining room and approach the table watching every detail made by him until I notice that there is a white card with my name on the plate: I hope your day was wonderful. Enjoy the evening meal, Of His, Carlos Salazar.

My heart goes from excited to shocked and then cold fear settles on me when he brings in 12 big vases of flowers and hands me a card. I manage to nod a thanks as he takes his leave and my hands shake as I open the card “Welcome to Sullivan's group reina, I hope you have fun here, I know I will. Love, Carter.

Rita said. I carefully pulled off the ribbon and unwrapped it. Inside was a square velvet box. I opened it slowly, heart beating fast. A silver bracelet. Simple and pretty. A small charm hung off it with the letter L. There was a card under it. I picked it up with my hand that was already shaking. "For every day you need someone to believe in you. No strings attached. No pressure. Just my heart, still yours if you want it. I stared at the words till they got blurry.

“He sent a note too? Jesus, Isla, this man is interested interested.” “Stop,” I muttered, even though my heart was hammering so hard it felt like it echoed into the room. “Maybe it’s not from him.” “Right, cause I'm freaking blind and just plain stupid,” she snorted. I slid my finger under the flap and opened the envelope. A single card rested inside. Thick. Clean. Very Roman-coded. Elsie shuffled closer, trying to read along with me. On the card, in that clean, precise handwriting: ‘For your shoulder. And because Madrid nights are colder than they look and you, little wolf, are very careless about your health.

I cleared my throat and listened carefully just trying to ignore how much of a turn on it was to hear speak whatever language that was. "I hope you like your present… A special delivery just for you . I am sure you can see the beautiful tattoos all over my canvas…those took a lot of time to do so I really hope you appreciate the artistry. Those are not just tattoos but pieces of a puzzle that you must solve and follow for they shall lead you to well…it wouldn't be much fun if I tell you everything so figure it out on your own.

' Her mind was blown by too much mystery. "Ven conmigo. Te mostraré el álbum de tu historia de amor con Estefan. Apuesto a que quieres volver a leer sus cartas de amor para ti. (Come with me. I will show you the album of your love story with Estefan. I bet you want to re-read his love letters for you.)" "¿Está escribiendo cartas para mí? (He's writing letters for me?)" "Espero que algún día el dios permita que tus recuerdos vuelvan. (I hope one day the god permits your memories to be back.)"

She opened it slowly and ripped it open. Inside one card, matte black, and thick. Midway, in neat handwriting: 'You look better when you're mine.' Underneath it Dante Navarro. Her knees buckled. "Jesus Christ," she breathed as she looked at the card. The phone vibrated again. This time, a message. Unknown: Did you receive my gift, counselor? She laid the phone down on the table, as if it was too hot to handle.

They both knew Kara didn’t have people like him in her life. She entered her room then closed the door behind her. Sat on the bed, then opened the envelope, only to find a business card. “Jairo Vitale.” She read out his name, furrowing her brows. What kind of man delivers a business card by hand?