Cartas Para Una Persona Especial นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

It looked as though it was a dream and she needed to be woken up from it but her curiosity piqued, she opened the envelope to find an intricately designed card that read: 'Dear Layla, Pack your bags, wear comfortable clothes, and be ready for a journey of love and affection. We're leaving for a weekend getaway to a mountain cabin, where the air is fresh, the trees whisper wisdom, and the mountains stand as steadfast companions. Together, we'll find solace and rejuvenation amidst the beauty of nature. With all our love, Darius & Lucius'. Tears welled up in Layla's eyes as she read the heartfelt message. She felt overwhelmed with gratitude and a sense of anticipation for the adventure that lay

The exact millisecond my eyes skim the markings on the paper, the expression dominating my face freezes into absolute solid ice. "Whoa! The colors are so completely beautiful! My brain knew it represented a special gift for my station and Hayden! This super pretty card with the girl drawings must belong to my ledger!" Layla screams, tearing the paper straight out of my numb fingers. The card material displays a bright drawing of a little wolf girl standing right next to a giant frosted birthday cake. The second card features a little boy wolf standing beside a similar cake asset. Although absolute zero written text blocks are stamped onto the material, the pictures communicate a thousand wor

Because who on earth would attach such a cheesy card as: "Roses are red, violets are blue, No one deserves your love but me, it's true. A goddess like you deserves the world, So here’s a start—these roses, as beautiful as you." Forever yours, Giovanni. I stared at the card, torn between cringing and laughing out loud. "Who even writes this garbage?" I muttered to myself. Giovanni was a clown, and this was his circus. Grace appeared in the doorway, her ever-calm expression tinged with curiosity. "More roses from Mr. Overzealous?"

she said, placing them on the table. “Did they come with a card?” I asked, a smile tugging at my lips, as I knew who they were from. Carlos. I mean, if not him, who? It was strange, considering how he always just waits for me to apologise first. But Carlos was the only one who knew I loved white roses. Perhaps the babies had changed him. “Yes.” She handed me the card, and I gladly accepted and opened it. It said I should have a good day, nothing like ‘I’m sorry’ or anything.

"So, I have a couple of ideas for a special Valentine's Day." I crouched to my knees and sat next to him. "Yeah?" "We could decorate the gym with roses and balloons and surprise her with it." I scoffed, "I want something more special." "Well, only you know her well. Think of something that's special to her, then do it." For the first time, Carter was right. Only I knew Jenna, and only I knew what she considered special and what she considered ordinary. And I knew exactly what I needed to do.

With the phenomenal aid of a vast miracle. “I need to cash my infinite card,” I let out, running out of options here. Our friendship cash in infinite cards that we give each other once a year, put the other party at an obligation to oblige to the request of the other, no argument. They are as good as a wish, we only do use them once, and I can't think of anything else I would rather have than my two best friends happiness. Adrian chuckles, “You can't use your card to make me hurt Camilla.”

I hold the bouquet firmly with one hand and slowly take out the card with my other hand. It's a small pink card and when I turn it over, there's a small handwriting note on the other side of the card. I KNOW WHITE ROSES ARE YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF FLOWERS. I HOPE THIS GIFT OF MINE DOES BRING A BRIGHT SMILE ON YOUR FACE. LIKE I'D SAID, I WANT NOTHING FROM YOU OTHER THAN TO ALWAYS SEE YOU SMILE AND I AM MORE THAN HAPPY AND CONTENT TO MAKE YOU SMILE ALWAYS WHILE FROM A DISTANCE.

' 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.)"

"Romantic message treats for every occasion! If it works with Tori, it'll work with Sotomayor. Send her one every day and tell her you're busy." "Huh?" The expression on his face was one of perplexity. He looked at each of the boxes, a total of thirty, one for each day of the month. "You might be right... 'Now that I can't be with you, I feel like a piece of my heart is missing'... Where did you come up with such cheesy lines?"