30 Days Letter Challenge Novels & Stories

"Hello Everyone…Good Afternoon" Caroline greeted The indoor room with a capacity of 100 people was full of participants. Caroline was warmly greeted with cheers and applause by the event host. She was introduced as the owner of the company, a startup that offered various expressions of heart through unique letters. This included a three-dimensional love letter with all the trimmings, a letter of heartbreak, and even anniversary or birthday greetings. The most interesting of all was the three-dimensional wedding invitation, with a guaranteed original design.

Her voice lowered just a fraction. "Can I really finish all of this in ten days?" Her throat tightened slightly as she swallowed. "Because I'm pretty sure…" she added with a faint exhale, "you still have more to list even after this." {It is a ten-day challenge, Host.} {A reward package will be granted upon successful completion of the training.} "I see…" Ivy murmured, letting out a slow, heavy sigh. She pushed herself up to her feet, her posture straightening as something fierce settled into her eyes.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Just the two of them and the sound of rain. At the doors, Marco held it open. “Giulia.” She stopped. “What?” “I meant what I said. About the 30 days. About trying.” Giulia looked at him. Tired. Honest. 19 and 27 all at once. “Don’t make me regret saying yes,” she said. “I won’t,” Marco said. She got in the car. He stood in the rain until it pulled away. Day 12 of 30. And the rules were already cracking.

Tor had a grin on his face. “You two both shake hands.” Tor offered a handshake first. “Good luck, girl.” “You, too.” Her voice was lacking confidence, but I knew she could win this. Lyon got in the middle. “This challenge has no time limit. You only have three submissions to allow yourselves to take a ten-second break.” “Got it,” Shadow said. “Did she really get it?” Duke asked me. “I bet my twenty for her. She has to win the challenge.” “Okay, ready?” Lyon asked.

I whispered. She gasped and saw a huge banner with the words ‘Will you marry me?’ written boldly on it. “Yes, Yes, Yes!” She exclaimed. I slid the ring in her hand and kissed her. It was a joyous celebration and that was three weeks ago and now it’s my wedding day.

I can imagine him frowning. [Tsk! Just say yes, please? Wear your most beautiful dress and be the most beautiful woman you are. I'll see you in fifteen minutes—] "What? Fifteen minutes? Are you serious? Give me two hours. I need two hours, Nicholas." I heard him groan. I pursed my lips and shook my head. He wants me to be the most beautiful and he can only give me fifteen minutes? That's too short. [Alright. I'll pick you up after two hours. Bye, I love you.]

He had to be joking, didn’t he? “Amy will use her voice in song. Sharon will undertake any household task on demand. Zena will practise beautiful handwriting.” “How long for?” I gasped, clutching my throat. “Two hours tops. We wouldn’t want to wear any of you out, now would we?” I swear, I could have swung for him there and then. “It’s a three day contest so I suggest you each have an early night and refrain from strenuous activities.” “Is that an order, Alpha?”

It could temporarily cut off our link with our wolves and block our memories. "You want to wipe out all traces of me from your mind," I said flatly. I stared at him in a daze. I could feel my wolf trembling like I was. My mate was going to devote himself to keeping another she-wolf company. "No, Melody! It's only for 21 days." Dylan tried to explain himself softly, as if he were trying to coax a pup. "When she's gone, I'll come back. We'll have the bonding ceremony, just like we planned. We're true mates. Our wolves get on so well. They're inseparable."

The doc finally said I've three months left and if I tried I can get better. Brad and granny were heartbroken, but I knew how to cheer them up with my special yummy baking. Let it be for a day only. As the days passed a thought dwelled in my mind. Never once I lived for myself. Everything I did. I did for others so I made my 'to do' list. The things I wanted to do before dying and I will do them all in my last month of December. And well I'm writing this letter in October and it will get to you probably after two months of my expiry hehe. I sound creepy right ;)