Historias de Loveisintheairchronicles

READ ME! RECOMMENDED! Letters are like masks. Open them and you will be reading something that will make or break you. When Marc DeLuca opened the letters from his father's woman, its contents guided her to Isla, an unwealthy and naive delivery girl. At first, he refuses her help and all but finally gives in to her. As she tries to help him change his fate, their friendship blossom into an achievement. And something else may be blossoming behind the scenes as well. Just when he let his arms open up to accept her and confess his feelings, the nightmares trailing behind her begins to turn into reality. And life takes a whole bad turn, making it his turn to cry for her instead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isla flopped down onto her bed, closing her eyes. The dark sky outside had begun to pour. Hearing the fat drops tapping on her window, she sat up and glanced outside the window. She sighed and turned to look at her phone on the nightstand, finally realising that she hadn't called her sister. She picked it and saw that there was a letter on the nightstand as well. She placed her phone back and took the letter instead. She tore it open, curious of its content. There was a picture and a note. She read the note, on it written in cursive handwriting was, "Dreams are good, they let your imagination run free; but nightmares are better, they tame you to face your fears." Isla furrowed her eyebrow, confused. She looked at the picture instead. It was of a boy and a man in his 30s. It was intimidating how they both looked alike. The same smile and blue eyes. The difference was that the boy had light brown hair and the man was dark-haired. Her expression suddenly turned intense when she recognize those familiar pair of blue eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

READ ME! RECOMMENDED! "What? No, I'm not a woman," the boy said, his expression replaced by red blushes. "I have man stuff to prove that I am certainly not a woman. I have the balls to prove that I have balls." "I don't think so," she uttered, breaking into a laughing fit. "You are a woman and you do not have 'man stuff' to even prove that he has one," she mimicked. "Oh Jesus, I'm going to die. Remember to say that 'Kylie died laughing because you do not have 'man stuff'' during my eulogy," she said, frivolous. "That's it," he said, angered. His hand were fiddling at the buckle of his belt. "You think I don't have 'man stuff', huh? I'll prove it to you so you just stay there while I unbuckle my-" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Life is like a box of chocolate, they say. But since this is a tale to be told during the merry holidays, its like a big wrapped box with a big huge ribbon at the top and consists of a gang of badboys with good looks, a coffee geek that seems to be stalking her, a thief that breaks into people's houses but steals nothing and let's not forget to mention about an ill tempered old man that attempts to whack ALMOST everyone with his walking stick. Kylie Raquine and her siblings arrives in a town in North Carolina during the fall and it may be something that would brighten her little holiday. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Credits to @RaeOng5 for agreeing to be my editor! She's awesome and her books are worth reading.