Una Carta Para Una Persona Especial Novels & Stories

I told her, my heart doing a little flutter. Maya popped the lid. It wasn't jewelry. Nestled in custom-cut foam was a single black metal card. The American Express Centurion card. The kind that didn't have a limit. The kind that could buy an island if you felt like it. Beneath it was a small, thick cardstock note with Stellan’s distinct, jagged handwriting. “For my princess. Buy whatever you want. Don't look at price tags.” Maya squealed after reading the note.

I had suddenly forgotten for a while how crazy this mother fucker is. “Calm down pup. I never said it will be just once. You should be glad I’m giving you a chance to save your relationship.” He brought out something like a paper from the bed side drawer and tossed it at me. “Here. I think you should see this before making up your mind.” He gestured at me to collect it. Which I hesitated to do. It was a Red invitation card designed with roses and vines. It was only a split second before my eyes widened. I blinked rapidly trying to remove what I saw from my eyes.

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.

It was taken a year ago, his mind traveled, remembering the memory. “You can ask me anything, I’ll give you!” He said and he was thinking she might want something luxurious for her birthday gifts. Previously, she never asked for birthday gifts and Martin just randomly chose presents for her. For this time, he already prepared a special present for her, a private jet designed based on her taste. But what next that Martin heard made him surprised. “I want to have a picture with you” Stephanie said it with hesitation, afraid if Martin doesn’t like it “We never take pictures together. I know many news have our pictures but it feels different if we take it personally. I want to have one which I c

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

More couples are dancing to the slow rhythm, some are on their tables eating with their loved ones, and sone arer just watching but you can see how genuine their happiness is. I silently sat down in the corner and quietly reading the letters. Each word that I read just give off magic. It has something between the lines and how the words are being gathered, and how each portrays eternal feeling of relief. But,there's this one letter that has no name writen on it. It's a light brown paper with some dried petals on the front page. I opened it and it made me stop breathing for seconds. It says: To my moon. I love you the most.

She picked up the call and found the voice of receptionist, "Adele Wilson, there's a parcel of your name." She frowned hearing that. Who would sent her gifts. She went to the reception and looked at the packet carefully. There was written in composed letters, '♡♡♧ONLY FOR YOU, 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 thought trying to see the humor, but my thoughts halted were I read the card. It was a personal card with the letters cut out and blocked from newspapers and magazines. All of them I recognize from tabloids and articles about my career. The letters made out the sentence: WisHinG Y0u wEll, Ava! I hop3 U EnD ^p liKe ThE fAlliNg staR U weRe DestInEd 2 BE.

Not that I am going to tell him that. *** "Sir, Are these for any special occasion?" The kind looking lady asked me. I look up as I dispose off yet another card after scratching out what I had written. Choosing the flower had been easy. Green orchids, wild ones. One look at them had me decided. They reminded me of her. But I was not able to figure out what to write on the accompanying card as a note! 'Will you go out with me?' made me feel creepy for a first time note. l can imagine what she would feel. 'How are you?' 'Have a nice day.' 'Best wishes.' All had been tried and rejected in the last ten minutes.