Novelas y relatos de Cartas Para Una Persona Especial

You should never have been the only one on the receiving end of his love. That is what the card says. Nothing else. It doesn’t even include the sender’s name. I drop it back into the box and transfer it from my desk to the floor. I feel like whoever sent this is the same person who sent the box of pastries, and probably the same person who tore those sketches out of my sketchbook, seeing as they know the company I work for.

This would be the very first time that I’ll be giving Lucifer a love letter and I just hope he’ll love it. I drew a cartoon of a boy frowning with a girl smiling beside him holding each other’s hands then I wrote a ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Love!’ in the middle of the card’s front page. I put some heart stickers and ribbons on each side then some glitters inside after I wrote my message to him. It was simple yet cute for me. I'll give it to him tomorrow with the chocolate that I'll be making.

Picking the card out from the bunch of roses, the staff who had their phones out made me read it aloud. 'To the woman who has made my life complete, turned my world upside down and still fixed it with a beauty too much to behold. My superwoman, thank you for being so strong. To the mother of my children, you're doing a great job. I just want you to know that my love for you is never going to end no matter how many times we fight and no matter what tries to come between us. I want you to always keep this with you as a reminder for whenever the storms may come around, we'll always get through it. I love you more than anything, Mi amor.'

Hazel said hesitantly. "That is my dream guy's card!" Mandy grabbed Hazel's arm and started shaking it. It was obvious that she was not going to stop until she got what she wanted. Hazel sighed and took Zac'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!"

I got a card and read the letter inside, Here are a violet flower and a violet color card for the most beautiful girl in the whole world for me. I hope you're doing fine. How's life? Are you okay, or not? Probably not-you're drowning on my love for you ksksks. I easily got disgusted upon reading it. I didn't know he was so cheesy. It was as if my body hairs are starting to stand because of the disgust I'm feeling. I returned the card and got another one. This was the last card that he gave me. I now regret not reading the cards that he's been giving me.

"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.

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?

He handed Vanessa the card. The name wrote boldly in a nice font, "ANDRE FEDERICO"

I whispered lowering my head. "Don't thank us Phemie, we love you," Evelyn spoke up stacking my magazines together on the coffee table. "Yes, we do. Now we are going to the spa today, we all need to relax and wash away bad intentions," Cami handed me clothes to change into. "Of course, Max was gracious enough to give me his card, he sends his good wishes," She smiled grabbing the gold card from her back pocket.

It was soft, almost luxurious, and the simple act of touching it sent something strange through me—an uneasy feeling, both anticipation and dread coiling at the pit of my stomach. Tucked neatly beneath the bow was a small, folded card. I picked it up, carefully unfolding it, my pulse quickening as my eyes scanned the elegant, looping script. “For the one who still owns my heart.” A sharp breath escaped me. My grip on the card tightened, my chest tightening with something I couldn’t name. No. It couldn’t be. My gaze darted back to the box, my fingers trembling slightly as I processed what was in front of me. There was only one person who could send something like this.