Cartas De Besos Novels & Stories

Kaitlyn shook her head. "Now Arc, what does your card say?" Angel's eyes settled on him, making him feel uneasy. He flipped over the envelope and unfastened its flap. He removed a white card that was sprinkled with lots of glitter at the back. They stuck to his thumb as he touched it and then he turned the card to the front, italic handwritten words with swirling loops and drawn little sunflowers displayed on the card. Get ready to hop on a rollercoaster towards everlasting happiness, Arc.

“These are for you, Madi.” “Me?” I squeak. “There’s a card. I’ll put them on your side table is that okay?” “Sure, thanks, Sally.” She places them down and leaves the office closing the door softly behind her. I get up and walk over to the most beautiful, large roses I’ve ever seen. They’re that deep, velvet kind that make you want to brush your cheeks with them and pick out the cream, gold embossed card with my name on it in fancy calligraphy.

James took her into his arms as tears, too, rolled down his cheeks. *** Nicolas came into his bedroom as he checked his e-mail on his tablet. Once he’d finished replying to the various messages that needed his attention pronto, he put down the tablet and finally noticed the pretty card that sat in the middle of his bed. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, wondering whom it was from. He picked up the card. It had a pretty hand-painted picture of cherry blossoms. He opened the card and read: To be, or not to be, that is the question.

Victor wasn't a fool. He knew immediately Anya was lying, seeing her behavior. He seized her wrist in a painful grip. "I'll ask you one more time. Where is Zoe?" Anya winced, then pulled a letter from her pocket. "She said she's marrying the zombie king to spy for us. The letter says he'll attack the camp in three days." Victor's eyes turned red, his face draining of color. He staggered, bracing himself against the wall to keep from collapsing.

She extended them towards me, her eyes twinkling, then with a sudden burst of energy, she giggled and scampered away before I could even utter a word. My curiosity piqued, I unfolded the card. Inside, a whimsical message, written in looping, elegant script, danced across the page. It wasn't just a romantic message; the card also held a clue, a playful set of directions leading me to the location of the next card. This wasn't just a gift; it was a treasure hunt, an elaborate game designed just for me.

My fingers were actually trembling a little as I slipped the card out. The handwriting was bold, elegant, and instantly recognizable. Hey, Jas. I hope this puts a smile on your beautiful face. Love, Sebastian. Right next to my name, drawn with a single, perfect stroke of the pen, was a small heart. My breath caught in my throat. I stared at that tiny, hand-drawn heart, my stomach exploding into a million butterflies. Love, Sebastian. Not Warmly. Not Best regards. Love.

I turned and jumped into his arms, while Madre took a picture. Carlos gave me a very sweet and passionate kiss. " Are you happy, Baby?" He asked. "Of course!!!" I shouted. "What would you like to ride first?" He asked me. I look over at Marco and smile. "Its a Small World". "You have got to be kidding me!!! You need to get laid more!" He joked. "I get laid almost every night, thank you." I said as I grabbed his hand, dragging him along, with Madre following and laughing.

When my shaking fingers lift it out, I read on the front, "Becky and Rob" When he manages to calm me down, he says softly, "Turn it over." On the back it says, "2/14/2011 Until Forever". Oh my God, I'm a basket case. Lots of kisses and tender hugs later he says, "Now you have to open it." When I do, I see a picture of two cartoon characters kissing, and he chuckles, "I'll let you decide what to put into it. But now, open the cover all the way."

I met the bluest, sexiest most alluring eyes I'd ever seen on a Mexican man. I recognized him instantly from his tattoos, his massive build and his arrogant attitude. Los Zetas. He was cartel. Holy. Shit. Despite the death I read in his eyes, I could feel myself instantly respond to him; my heart beat faster, my cheeks flushed and my body started to melt right then and there. "You sure you want to do that, chica?" he asked, his deep voice filtering through my angry haze, turning my nipples diamond hard.

The cards in front of us flipped themselves. Mine showed a dragon and a vampire embracing while the world burned behind them. The caption, in Thorne’s handwriting and my mother’s blood: Because love was never the safe choice. Thorne’s card mirrored it, but the caption was in my handwriting: Because I was tired of being afraid. Remy’s card: a coyote howling at a moon made of broken promises. Caption: Because someone had to keep laughing when the world ended. Celeste’s: a skateboard made of frozen blood, twin tails streaming like comet fire.