Una Carta Para Una Persona Especial Novels & Stories

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.

She snapped at me. "Aiish! No, sister. I was just..." "Take. This is your invitation card to the Elite Party & Auction Evening," she said, cutting me short and stretching a lilac-colored invitation card to my face. "Make sure you attend since you've been invited as a special guest." Taking the card from her, I read the words on it and raised my head with lines of confusion written over it: "Why am I made a special guest without my consent? I thought...,"

Then she sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and reached for the card. Her thumb traced the raised letters. A-K-N-I-G-H-T. What kind of person gave out a card like this? No company name. No email. Just a phone number like he expected the world to call. She flipped it over. Blank. Of course. She should throw it away. Or frame it as a funny story: That one time a billionaire wandered into my café and pretended to care about my art. Instead, she set it back down carefully, like it might explode.

The hell? His anger, impossibly, melted away, replaced by a strange mix of exasperation and something akin to tenderness. “Okay, okay,” he murmured, his voice softening, a stark contrast to his earlier snap. “Breathe, Mia. I’m sorry. Just breathe. Come here.” Before she could react, he reached into his suit jacket, pulling out a small, heavy card—a sleek, black invitation card, edged in silver. She recognized the crest: Vito Carbone’s funeral.

I was biting my lips angrily. " Anyway, Love, I was looking for you," Jace said, handing me a card. I recognized the insignia on the front. It belonged to the Carter family. The cute white note only had a few words from Christina Carter, AN INVITATION TO THE CARTER MANOR NEXT SATURDAY. signed, CC.

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.

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

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.

That was a picture where he's flexing the cartier watch I gave him last Christmas, while he's holding a white paper. Besides the fact that I was thrilled because he f-in-lexed the cartier watch I gave him, which is now Stacy's, another thing that made my heart flutter was his caption. He says he really loves the woman who gave him the watch---of course, Eli... I love you, too. Suddenly, someone ruined my fantasy when I received a text message. I was busy eating breakfast when I received a message from a sender I didn't know. From: 0965*******

he asked. “Old Master, look at what that lady is holding,” Connor said. “It’s the invitation card you asked me to send out, right?” Eduardo turned toward Joana. His eyes widened the moment he recognized the card in her hands. It was indeed the customized invitation he had ordered. “Y-you… why is that in your hands?!” Eduardo demanded. “I…” Joana froze, unable to respond to the shocking revelation. Seeing her reaction, Caspian turned to Eduardo in confusion.